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
say tell the truth, Shane and them
(Uh, uh)
Thank God for the too

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 'dro in the

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

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
Sugar water and sandwich
the room with bout 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, Trick 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
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on bitch
(Uh, uh)
Candy 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 bout a buck six,
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets
(That's right)
You know legs, wings and short
(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 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

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

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

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

Mo' sickly, talk tricky to the trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' 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
With the 'dro in the

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

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

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
Aviator with a rear front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the

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

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it tragic
Not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
(Ya gotta understand Trick 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
the 'dro in the wind