Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

Ay they handle this one
for the block nigga, what?

I make one move, hit your block, and whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're have your whole block cocked
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 more than 50 and my heart catch not
When the a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt 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 givin you, but you did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they
We jack, and gettin all ballers for they ki's

[Chorus: 2X]
Didn't think I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz layin 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 gon' it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared when I plan my escape
in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to
50 is you with me, if they want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, don't leave home
Without the gun, 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 money
If you for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe

[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 near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're
When get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin 'til my arms get musty
occassion calls for military issue buddy
My took 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 in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a tucked in my dickies