Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart not
When the gunfire a-start it no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so you packin a gat?
Just that where it's at, or leave here on your back
one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you 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 painted
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they
We jack, and all these ballers for they ki's

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Didn't think that I would it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we 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 burner's for
the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to
50 is you me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, don't leave home
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on
the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

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