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 whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if lucky have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my catch not
the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm bringin it back
All my you hunt around so what you packin a gat?
Just that where it's at, or leave here on your back
one move like 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 candy painted
We max, and gettin all these for they cheese
We jack, and all these ballers for they ki's

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Didn't think that I would it this 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 ridin 'til we in the wind

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Nigga I'm gon' make it if I rob and steal
back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared when I plan my escape
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 home
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all over the world they to turn me in
But the pearls, I ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money
If you lookin for me I'm where the at
Drinkin gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, I attack, please believe that

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