Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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

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

Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with four more brothers
But one for 'em and wantin' no more covers

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick love the kids, 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

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

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
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
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick 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 in the wind
With the in the wind

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, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear 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, white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of O with the wind
I'm straight out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you gotta it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick 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, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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