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 whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole cocked
Now I ain't sayin gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm bringin it back
All my niggaz you around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave on your back
Make one move like you're and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did
So I'm spittin Smith & '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 these for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they

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Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin at the pen
Left layin 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

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Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this for real
the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is
Don't be late, Buck we got to make
50 is you me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave
the gun, blaze one
They got me all over the world 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 for me I'm where the ballers at
Cristal gettin 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 on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag my nose
Look the anger done up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to a time bomb when I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're
shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then and get me
But the I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome in my dickies