Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz chop
Cause in mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 and my heart catch not
When the a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so you packin a gat?
leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of
I'm clip totin, holdin with 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
niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out the end
we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind

[Rizin
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I rob and steal
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 me, if they 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 world tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think on that
the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin gettin smoked out
Try not to the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

[Young
I need to get my on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my
Look the anger done build up, I'm near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in
Bubbilize somethin, survive you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get
This occassion calls for issue buddy
My fetti 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 then and get me
But the I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies