Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the of the Hen'
True Story, that's we call it
God for the thugs 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
the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass
Collard green, neck bone eatin' ass
Always wearin' my baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

Growed up spam sandwiches
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout more brothers
But one home for 'em and no more covers

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had 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
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

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

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

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

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

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

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, talk tricky to the trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you no killa! Trick love the kids!

the top and let the sunshine 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

Drop the top and let the 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
the 'dro in the wind

Look at what we got, the 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 of danger 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 lyrical thang
I'll take the purist of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the 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 O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta Trick love the kids! Trick love 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 quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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
the 'dro in the wind