Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

Ay they handle this one
This for the block nigga,

I make one move, hit your block, and your spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't 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 a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you a gat?
Just leave that it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm you, but you never 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 candy 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they

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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 make it if I gotta rob and steal
back 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 shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got to make
50 is you with me, if they really me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't home
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all 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 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, I attack, please believe that

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