Luyện nghe bài hát 'dro In The Wind

Ha, ha, ha
That's just the sound of the Hen', 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
(Ah, ha)
None of my ain't like me
(Uh, uh)
But it so bad, Pearl 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
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on bitch
(Uh, uh)
Candy apple green, lovin' this shit
(Lovin' shit)
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Bitch fuck you
(Uh, uh)

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

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

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 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, young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat,
So pass, outlast, cash

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

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat my chest up?
Beat right the club try my best 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 stop man? fame
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' the dirty 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, white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three
Of galactic, you slack it

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over
Not intended for any purposes'
It's like and small 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 Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind