Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

Ay they handle 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 whole cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz chop
Cause in mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the
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 you, but you never 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 candy painted
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 layin and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out the end
we gon' keep ridin '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
the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is
be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me come and get me
Now I'm a on the run, killers don't leave home
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 gettin out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my
I'm goin all out, got me on some major
Dressed in black, I attack, please believe that

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