Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

Ay they can't this one
This for the block nigga,

I make one move, hit your block, and your spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that
Cause in they mind, no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin than 50 shots and my heart catch not
the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt so what you packin a gat?
Just that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you did listen
So I'm spittin & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these for they ki's

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Didn't think I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz layin and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, out 'til the end
Still we gon' ridin 'til we caught in the wind

[Rizin
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for
the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first is debate
be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't home
the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, my house
I'm all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

[Young
I to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the rag over my nose
Look the anger build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we pull up in luxury
somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang rush me
this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the
fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my