Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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, with the 'dro in the
the 'dro in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
the room with 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and no more covers

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

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put on that bitch
Candy green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

Hot whore her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

With a sick SWAT, 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
with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
With the 'dro in the

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

Is it the reefer beat blowin' my chest up?
Beat right the club 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 your

Did your heart man? Drop-top fame
Aviator with a rear front face
through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the in the race

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When your it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Trick the kids!

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

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
the 'dro in the wind