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 'dro in the

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol'
green, neckbone eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four mo'
But one home for 'em and no mo'

A bad mo'
Always rude and in trouble
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You understand

Trick to kids
Trick to kids

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

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put on that
Candy-apple green, it
And when I'm in it, act a fool
You won't how I'm livin', boys
right I'm a rude

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

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

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

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

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

love to kids

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

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

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

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

love to kids
Trick love to

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