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

Ha, ha, ha
That's just the of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe
They say the truth, Shane 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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
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

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

A bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my 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)
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 'dro in the

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on 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
to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
Weighin' in at a buck six, five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets
(That's right)
You legs, wings and short thighs
(Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

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

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

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

Mo' sickly, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for mo'
Come clean, lookin' mean but you no killa
(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 quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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 of danger but not a stranger on the block

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

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

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

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your it over tragic
Not intended for any illegal
like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotta understand Trick the kids)
(Trick 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 quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind