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
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my ain't 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)
love 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, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

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

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

a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck 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' with me wrong way to wise
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
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, '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, 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

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

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

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

To the finish line, I the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the
I'm bustin' out the path like 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 understand Trick love the kids)
(Trick the kids)

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