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

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

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 in the wind

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

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

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

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you
(Uh, uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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)

Drop the top and let the 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
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
Aviator shades a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a pimps pace
Kinda the turtle and the rabbit in the race

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

You gotta prepare it and mack it, your jack it over tragic
Not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya understand Trick love the kids)
(Trick 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the