Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my
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 wires the taps the
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and
When these killas out here bendin' 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 warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under alias skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' believers
Make somebody gon' somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna 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 the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been struck out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
Instead it hit me in my leg
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 for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone

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 struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' than I done count blessings
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no in life
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around they brought me down to be exact
On the streets I'm nothin' but up in
I'm dat act

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 chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim