Luyện nghe bài hát Caught In The Wind

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

I make one move, hit block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart not
the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it
All my niggaz you hunt so what you packin a gat?
Just that where it's at, or leave here 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 Smith & Wessons they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they

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

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Nigga I'm make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got to make
50 is you with me, if they really me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a on the run, killers don't leave home
Without the gun, one
They got me nationwide all over the world they 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 where the at
Drinkin Cristal 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, I attack, please believe that

[Young
I need to get my on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time when I'm right at zero
Fuck a vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get
This occassion for military issue buddy
My fetti a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then and get me
But the I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies