Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
True Story, what we call it
God for the thugs 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

That's right I'm a nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck
And a nigga can fuck, the boy gets live, that's right
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 enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with
Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young don't 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 ain't no killa! 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

the top and let the sunshine 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
With the in the wind

Look at what we got, the and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it 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 cheeferry reefer beat my chest up?
Beat right the club try my best not to mess up
A of this lyrical thang
I'll take the purist strain of slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' through the dirty at a 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 O with the wind
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

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

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

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 in the wind
With the 'dro in the