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

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol'
green, neckbone eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
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 ain't me
But it so bad, pearl had seven mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You understand

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

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put dubs on
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 live
You legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

Hot whore her Sean John velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded
Be sure and acquire 'fore you with mine
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 down the whole
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, 'cause my jewelery

You know how it goes, these young don't want it 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

love to kids

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

Look at what we got, the rims and all the
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it me choke
Like a 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 lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into veins

Did your heart stop man? fame
Aviator shades a rear front face
through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kind of like the turtle and the rabbit in the
Put the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no

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

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