Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
Story, that's what we call it
Thank God for the too
Roe

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 in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

Growed up spam sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with four more brothers
But one for 'em and wantin' no more covers

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, had seven more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick love the kids, love 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

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

a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya with it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my and my face
Fore me and my ace a lay the whole place

Recognize, is the verbalize, surprise
Fuckin' me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick love 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 in the wind
With the in the wind

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

Look at what we got, the 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 stranger on the

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my up?
Beat right from the try my best not to mess up
A professor of lyrical thang
I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into veins

Did your heart stop man? fame
Aviator shades with a rear front
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
Kinda the turtle and the rabbit in the race

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' straight out the path like a three piece of

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta Trick love the kids! Trick 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
the 'dro in the wind

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 in the wind
the 'dro in the wind