Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A little bad always rude and always in trouble
None of my ain't like me
But it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
Trick 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 and the Hen'
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
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, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

right I'm a rude-ass 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 know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

Hot whore work her con-con, to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded
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 fuck 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' with me way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga

Throw yo' elbows, I'm 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, '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! Trick 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

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

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

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

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

To the finish line, I jump the 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 path like a three of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you gotta it and mack it
When your it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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