Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky your whole block cocked
Now I sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no the cops
Besides, you beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or here on your back
Make one move like reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin
I'm back, and in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for ki's

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Didn't think I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz 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 make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this for real
When the is cleared that's when I plan 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
the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world they to turn me in
But the pearls, I ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my
I'm goin all out, got me on some shit
in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Young
I to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' up in luxury
somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a slight fall now gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the
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 bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies