Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block
Now I ain't sayin gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get
Shootin more than 50 shots and my catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on 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 & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for cheese
We jack, and gettin all these for they ki's

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Didn't that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left 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 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, Buck we got hits to
50 is you with me, if they really want me 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 tryin to me in
But the pearls, I ahead on that
the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal 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, believe that

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I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you it low
Get your last words in the soldier's rag over my nose
the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a bomb when I'm right at zero
Fuck a vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion 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, just a tucked in my dickies