Luyện nghe bài hát 'dro In The Wind

Ha, ha, ha
That's just the sound of the Hen', true story Roe
They say the truth, Shane and them
(Uh, uh)
God for the thugs too

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

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

Growed up eatin' Spam
Sugar water and mayonnaise
Share the room bout four mo' brothers
But one for 'em and watt's no mo' covers

A bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my teachers ain't me
(Uh, uh)
But make it so bad, had seven mo' like 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
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

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

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

Recognize, this is the
Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong way to wise
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 niggaz don't it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast
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)

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

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my up?
Beat right from the club try my not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll the purist
Strain of this and inject it into your veins

Did your heart man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
like the turtle and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O 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 purposes'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotta understand Trick the kids)
(Trick the kids)

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