Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up under alias number skipped
Now I'm from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' believers
Make gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I gonna hurt him

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

After ditchin' an' the rolla
I found myself in Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' home invasion an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I wanted for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone

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

The grays the the bussies
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
Fuckin' when they brought me down to be exact
On the I'm nothin' but up in here
I'm dat act

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