Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my my paper my scratch
My my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the the traps
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
Just remember my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't hurt him

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot anyhow plus I been done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I been wanted for a little
Somebody a dime an' I was [phone rings]

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin'
more than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
Fuckin' when they brought me down to be exact
On the streets I'm but up in here
I'm dat act

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it. git gone, git on out
The highs the thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim