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

Drop the top and let the in
slide and we add it again
T double D and a couple of
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro 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' spam
Sugar water and mayonnaise
Share the room with 'bout mo' brothers
But one for 'em and no mo' covers

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

love to kids
Trick love to

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

Cop me a seven 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 legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

a sick swat, when 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 lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise with me way to wise

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

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

Trick to kids

the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it
T D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
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
Like a serial killer was on my throat box
In the cluthces of but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry, reefer beat, blowin' my up?
Beat right the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of slang and inject it into your veins

Did heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator with a rear front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kind of the turtle and the rabbit in the race
Put the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no

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

love to kids
Trick 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 in the wind
With the 'dro in the