Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit your block, and your whole hot
Uh-huh, if you're have your whole block 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 catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where at, or leave here on your back
one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons they 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 ballers for they ki's

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Didn't that 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
Still we gon' keep ridin we caught 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 burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first 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 leave
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to me in
But the pearls, I ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money
If you for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Young
I need to get my on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb I'm right at zero
Fuck a vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, nigga you're lucky
shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be
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 form I come in, I swear it's to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my