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
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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and watt's no mo'

A bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my ain't like me
(Uh, uh)
But make it so bad, had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You gotta understand, love the kids
(Ooh)
Trick love the

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 in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a
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 fool ass
Weighin' in at a buck six, five
And a nigga can fuck, the boy gets live
(That's right)
You legs, wings and short thighs
(Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides

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

a sick SWAT, when shits 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
Surprise, fuckin' me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, all a nigga know

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

Mo' sickly, talk tricky to the trick like
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for mo'
clean, lookin' mean but you ain't no killa
(Ooh, 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 quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat 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 try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the
Strain of this and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
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 but no socks
Then I on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a piece
Of galactic, before you it

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