Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's the sound of the Hen'
True Story, that's we call it
Thank God for the too
Roe

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 'dro in the
With the 'dro in the

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass
Collard green, bone eatin' ass nigga
Always wearin' my baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and no more covers

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

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy

That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass
Weighin' in at 'bout a six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

Hot work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the four-four
Be and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

With a sick SWAT, shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my and my face
me and my ace a lay down the whole place

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young 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 more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! love the kids!

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

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

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

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

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
Aviator with a rear front face
through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the and the rabbit in the race

To the line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
Then I on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of

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

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 'dro in the

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