Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 and my heart catch not
the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your
Make one like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted
We max, and gettin all these hoes for cheese
We jack, and gettin all ballers for they ki's

[Chorus: 2X]
Didn't think that I would make it far, throwin rocks at the pen
niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep 'til we caught in the wind

[Rizin
Nigga I'm gon' it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my
Wanted in 50 states, my first is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to
50 is you with me, if 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 nationwide all the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the at
Drinkin gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major
in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Young
I need to get my hands on somethin, I 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 right at
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be
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 it's to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a tucked in my dickies