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

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

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

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

Trick love to
Trick love to

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

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

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

Hot whore her Sean John velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded
Be sure and acquire more you with mine
Disrespect, I'll 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 and my face
For me and my ace-a lay the whole place
Recognize, is the verbalize, surprise with me wrong way to wise

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

You know how it goes, young 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 like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo'
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killer

Trick to kids

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

Look at what we got, the rims and all the
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me
a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a on the block
Is it the cheeferry, reefer beat, blowin' my 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 into veins

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

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

Trick love to
love to kids

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