Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the of the Hen'
True Story, that's we call 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
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven like me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
Trick the kids, Trick 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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, I'll act a
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
in at 'bout a buck 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, 'em up, then switch sides

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

a sick 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
Fore me and my ace a lay down the place

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 froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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
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'
It's quite alright, with the 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 killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of danger but not a on the block

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

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

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

Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and it
When your it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
With the 'dro in the

the top and let the sunshine 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