Luyện nghe bài hát 'dro In The Wind

Ha, ha, ha
That's just the sound of the Hen', true Buddy Roe
They say the truth, Shane and them
(Uh, uh)
God for the thugs too

Drop the top and let the in
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' ass nigga
Collard green, neck eatin' ass nigga
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky

Growed up eatin' Spam
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo'
But one home for 'em and watt's no mo'

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
(Ah, ha)
None of my teachers ain't me
(Uh, uh)
But it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooh)
Trick the kids

Drop the top and let the in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
Candy apple green, lovin' this shit
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a
Ya don't like how I'm Bitch fuck you
(Uh, uh)

That's right I'm a ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six,
And a can fuck, plus the boy gets live
(That's right)
You legs, wings and short thighs
(Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides

Hot whore work her con con, Valor to the
He enjoy, with the loaded four, four
Be sure and more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll ya line

With a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get
The fire, the fury, ya with it not
Ya the grace, get out my space and my face
me and my ace a lay down the whole place

Recognize, is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong way to wise
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
Hoes unchosen, 'cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout

Mo' sickly, talk tricky to the trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean but you ain't no
(Ooh, love the kids)

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

Look at we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of danger but not a on the block

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat my chest up?
Beat right from the try my best not to mess up
A professor of this thang, I'll take the purist
Strain of this slang and inject it into veins

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
Aviator with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
like the turtle and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
Then I slipped on some of O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the like a three piece
Of galactic, you slack it

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when jack it over tragic
Not intended for any purposes'
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotta understand Trick the kids)
(Trick the kids)

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the