Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
True Story, 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 Coke and the
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, neck eatin' ass nigga
Always wearin' my jeans baggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South

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

A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't me
But it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
love 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 Coke and the
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, 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, quick to do you, cut a ass nigga
Weighin' in at 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 sides

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

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' me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these young nigga 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 like
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick love the kids!

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, 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, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to up
A professor of this lyrical
take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the in the race

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

Before you slack it you gotta 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 Trick 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 Coke and the
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 and the Hen'
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the