Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

A little bad always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more me
If you growed up the way I did you to understand
Trick love the kids, 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, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy apple green, 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 ass nigga
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's
You know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

Hot whore her con-con, Valor to the floor
He enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck mine
Disrespect, disconnect 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 space and my
Fore me and my ace a lay down the place

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

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, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more 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 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'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Look at we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me
Like a killer 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 right from the club try my best not to up
A of this lyrical thang
take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins

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

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of

you slack it you gotta prepare 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 Trick love the kids! 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
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 spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the