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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' spam
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 rude and always in
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
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 like how I'm livin'? Boy

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, that's
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides

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

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

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

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, talk tricky to the trick like
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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 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 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat 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 heart stop man? Drop-top fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
Kinda like the and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on some of O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the like a three piece of va-lac-tic

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
like 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

Drop the top and let the 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 'dro in the