Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit your block, and your spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart not
When the gunfire a-start it no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a
Just leave that where it's at, or leave on your back
Make one move like reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you did listen
So I'm spittin & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy 'llac
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
Left niggaz layin and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the

[Rizin
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this for real
When the coast is that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first is debate
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 fugitive on the run, killers don't home
Without the gun, one
They got me all over the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on
the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, my house
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, believe that

[Young
I to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in
Bubbilize somethin, survive you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this fuckin chopper my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the
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