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

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

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

A bad mo'
Always rude and in trouble
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, pearl had seven mo' me
If you up the way I did
You understand

Trick to kids
love to kids

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

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put on that
green, lovin' it
And I'm in it, I'll act a fool
You like how I'm livin', boys
That's right I'm a

Quick to do you, cut a
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck in it
Plus the boy gets
You legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

Hot whore work her Sean velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more you with mine
Disrespect, disconnect your line

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

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

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, cash
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 to kids

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 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

Did your heart stop man? fame
Aviator shades with a rear front
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps
Kind of like the and the rabbit in the race
Put the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks

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

Trick love to
love to kids

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