Luyện nghe bài hát Dro In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix)

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

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 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

Growed up Spam sandwiches
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the with bout four mo' brothers
But one for 'em and watt's no mo' covers

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
of my teachers ain't like me
(Uh, uh)
But it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You gotta understand, Trick love the
(Ooh)
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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin'? fuck you
(Uh, uh)

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

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

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
Fore me and my ace a lay the whole place

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

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

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

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's 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 killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of but not a stranger on the block

Is it the reefer beat blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the
Strain of this slang and inject it into your

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

To the line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on of that O with the wind
I'm straight out the path like a three piece
Of galactic, before you it

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

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 in the wind