Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit your block, and your whole hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' all my niggaz that chop
in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my catch not
When the a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm bringin it back
All my niggaz you around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you
Warnings I'm you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy 'llac
We max, and all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and all these ballers for they ki's

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Didn't think 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 'til we caught in the

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Nigga I'm gon' it if I gotta rob and steal
back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got 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, don't leave home
the gun, blaze one
They got me all over the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think on that
the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the at
Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some shit
in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Young
I to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm 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 shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get
This calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the
Ain't 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, a chrome tucked in my dickies