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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my teachers ain't me
(Uh, uh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' me
If you up the way I did
You gotta understand, love 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 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' this
(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 ass nigga
to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
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, 'em up, then switch sides

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

a sick SWAT, when 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 the whole 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 than I suppose
Hoes unchosen, 'cuz my jewelry
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, 'bout

Mo' sickly, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean but you ain't no
(Ooh, love 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, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

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

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

You gotta it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
Not intended for any illegal
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya understand 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind