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'
Collard green, eatin'
wearin' my jeans baggy saggy
You Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' sandwiches
water 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 teachers like me
But make it so bad, pearl had seven mo' me
If you up the way I did
You gotsta

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

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put dubs on
green, lovin' it
And when I'm in it, act a fool
You like how I'm livin', boys
right 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 thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

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

With a sick swat, when 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 the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise 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, these young don't want it this
Go off and get yo' get, to silence the chit-chat,
So pass, outlast, cash
Mo' sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo'
Come clean, mean, but you ain't no killer

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 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
Like a serial killer was 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 from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the strain
Of this slang and it into your veins

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

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

Trick to kids
Trick love to

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