Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the of the Hen'
True Story, that's we call it
Thank God for the 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 in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
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
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy live, that's right
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

Hot work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya with mine
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

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

Recognize, this is the verbalize,
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 than I
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
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

Did your heart man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear face
through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the in the race

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on 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 prepare it and it
When your jack it over tragic, not for any illegal purposes'
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta Trick love the kids! Trick love the kids!

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

the top and let the sunshine 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