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 sayin gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the
Besides, you started beef, I'm just it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so you packin a gat?
Just leave that it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move you're 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 totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they
We jack, and gettin all these for they ki's

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Didn't think that I would 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
I'm gon' make 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
in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't home
the gun, blaze one
They got me all over the world they tryin 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
Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

[Young
I to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get last words in when 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 I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get
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 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 shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies