Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit your block, and your whole hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole cocked
Now I ain't that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin than 50 shots and my heart catch not
the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so you packin a gat?
Just leave that it's at, or leave here on your back
one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin 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

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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, out 'til the end
Still we gon' ridin 'til we caught in the wind

Sun]
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and
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
Don't be late, Buck we got 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 don't home
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all over the they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on
Fuck the pen, I'm to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin out
Try not to the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major
in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Young
I need to get my hands on somethin, I you play it low
Get last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm at zero
a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're
When shit get ugly, bustin that rush me
this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now 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 I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my