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

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

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

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

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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put dubs on
Candy-apple green, it
And when I'm in it, I'll act a
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
the boy gets live
You legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

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

With a sick swat, when shit's hot, you get
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 wrong way to

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a
yo' elbows, I'm sicker 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 the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no

Trick to kids

the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' and we add it again
T D and a couple of friends
It's 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
a serial killer was squeezin' 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 from the try my best not to mess up
A professor of lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into your

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

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

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
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the