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

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

the top and let the sunshine 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

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

up eatin' Spam sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with four mo' brothers
But one for 'em and watt's no mo' covers

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my teachers like me
(Uh, uh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' me
If you up the way I did
You understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooh)
Trick the kids

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
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that
(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'? Bitch you
(Uh, uh)

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

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

With a sick SWAT, shits 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 whole

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

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

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

the top and let the sunshine 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

Look at what we got, the and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me
a serial 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 lyrical thang, I'll take the purist
of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the

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

You gotta 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 gotta Trick love the kids)
(Trick the kids)

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