Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, that's what we it
God for the thugs too
Roe

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 in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar water and sandwich
Share the room with 'bout more brothers
But one home for 'em and no more covers

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
None of my teachers like me
But it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
Trick love the kids, Trick 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
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, lovin' it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
Weighin' in at 'bout a six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, right
You know legs, wings, and 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 acquire 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya

With a sick SWAT, when hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya with it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my
Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole

Recognize, this is the verbalize,
Fuckin' with me wrong way to nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a know

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these nigga don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you no killa! Trick love the kids!

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

Drop the top and let the 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 in the wind

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

Is it the cheeferry beat blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to up
A professor of lyrical thang
I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into veins

Did your stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
Kinda like the and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya understand Trick love the kids! Trick love the kids!

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

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, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind