Luyện nghe bài hát 'dro In The Wind

Ha, ha, ha
That's just the of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe
They say tell the truth, and them
(Uh, uh)
God for the thugs 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 quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' Spam
Sugar and mayonnaise 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 in trouble
(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 love the

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

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, act a fool
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 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 thighs
(Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

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

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

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

Mo' sickly, talk tricky to the trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for mo'
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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

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

You gotta prepare it and mack it, your jack it over tragic
Not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotta understand love the kids)
(Trick the kids)

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