Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's 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 spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four more
But one home for 'em and wantin' no more

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven like me
If you growed up the way I did you to understand
love the kids, Trick 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 'dro in the
With the 'dro in the

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, I'll act a
Ya don't like how I'm 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 nigga can fuck, the boy gets live, that's right
You know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides

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

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

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

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

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't 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 and the Hen'
It's alright, with 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

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

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

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

To the line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
I slipped on some of that 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 jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick the kids! Trick love the kids!

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 'dro in the

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
the 'dro in the wind