Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz to get flopped
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 bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or here on your back
Make one move like reachin and I'm leavin you flat
I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy 'llac
We max, and all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they

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Didn't think I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out the end
Still we gon' keep ridin we caught in the wind

Sun]
Nigga I'm gon' it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my
in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, we got hits 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, killers don't home
the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world tryin to turn 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 where the at
Drinkin Cristal gettin out
Try not to take the bar out, but done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some shit
Dressed in black, I attack, please 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
the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb I'm right at zero
Fuck a vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that me
Swingin this chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be
Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's to hit me
Not a face bein shown, a chrome tucked in my dickies