Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix)

Drop the top and let the in
slide and we add it again
T D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol'
Collard green, eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans baggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South
Growed up eatin' sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise
Share the room with 'bout four mo'
But one home for 'em and no mo'

A bad mo'
Always rude and in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But it so bad, pearl had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You gotsta

love to kids
Trick to kids

the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it
T double D and a of friends
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cop me a trees Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy-apple green, it
And when I'm in it, I'll act a
You like how I'm livin', boys
That's I'm a rude

Quick to do you, cut a
Weighin' in at 'bout a six-five in it
the boy gets live
You know legs, wings, and thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the
He oughta enjoy, with the four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore you with
Disrespect, I'll your line

With a sick swat, shit's hot, you get shot
The fire, the fury, it not
You the grace, get out my space and my face
For me and my ace-a lay the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise me wrong way to wise

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, all a know
yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, my jewelery froze

You know how it goes, these young don't it like this
Go off and get yo' get, to silence the chit-chat,
So pass, outlast, 'bout
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, for mo' scrilla
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killer

Trick love to

the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it
T D and a couple of friends
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

Look at what we got, the and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it me choke
a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a on the block
Is it the cheeferry, reefer beat, blowin' my up?
Beat from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it your veins

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
Aviator shades a rear front face
Movin' the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kind of like the and the rabbit in the race
Put the finish line, I the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks

Then I slip on some of O with the wings
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece
Of valactic, before you it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when jack it over tragic
Not for any illegal purposes
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us

Trick to kids
Trick love to

Drop the top and let the in
slide and we add it again
T D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the