Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, that's 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, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and 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 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
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, 'em up, then switch sides

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these nigga don't want 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, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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 'dro in the

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

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

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

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

Before you slack it you gotta it and mack it
When your jack it tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro 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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind