Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit your block, and whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block
Now I sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that 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 around so what you a gat?
leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they

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

[Rizin
Nigga I'm make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for
When the coast is 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 want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers leave 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
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal smoked 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, when I attack, please that

[Young
I need to get my hands on somethin, I you play it low
Get your last words in the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn about 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
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper my arms get musty
This occassion calls for issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank of the city
Ain't none 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 bein shown, just a chrome in my dickies