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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and 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 gotta understand, Trick the kids
(Ooh)
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'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

That's right I'm a ass nigga
to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a 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, beat 'em up, then switch

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

a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot
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 wrong way to nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, all a nigga know

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

Mo' sickly, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, mean but you ain't no killa
(Ooh, love 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 what we got, the and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me
Like a serial killer was 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, take the purist
Strain of this slang and inject it into veins

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

To the line, I jump 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' straight out the like a three piece
Of galactic, before you it

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over
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)

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