Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' nigga
Collard green, neck bone ass nigga
Always my jeans baggy saggy
You Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky

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

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, had seven more like me
If you growed up the way I did you 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, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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 don't 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 'bout a six-five
And a nigga can fuck, the boy gets live, that's right
You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you 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 and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 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'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

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

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

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick 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 and the Hen'
It's 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 in the wind