Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block
Now I ain't sayin that's stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my you hunt around 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 you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for ki's

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

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Nigga I'm gon' make it if I rob and steal
back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is
Don't be late, we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave
the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think on that
Fuck the pen, I'm to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

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I need to get my on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the rag over my nose
Look the done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're
When get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper my arms get musty
This occassion for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now gon' be bloody
Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then and get me
But the form I in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my