Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When these killas out snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
remember tell 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, identification
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' 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 such a ass earthling
Why did you kidnap little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him

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 speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in South
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his and aimed 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 quite
Now I been for a little while
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 the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine block cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
around 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
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 the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim