Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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
the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass
Collard green, neck eatin' ass nigga
Always my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Recognize, this is the verbalize,
with me wrong way to wise nigga
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 nigga don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick 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, 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 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 squeezin' on my box
In the clutches of danger but not a on the block

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

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

To the line, I jump the pair 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 of va-lac-tic

Before you it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya understand Trick love 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

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