Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

Ay they can't handle one
for the block nigga, what?

I make one move, hit your block, and your spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block
Now I sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the
Besides, you beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did
So I'm Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for ki's

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Didn't think that I make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out 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 my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first is debate
Don't be late, we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please that

[Young
I need to get my hands on somethin, I 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 when I'm at zero
Fuck a vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang rush me
this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank of the city
fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a tucked in my dickies