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 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, eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South
Growed up spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise
Share the room with four mo' brothers
But one for 'em and no mo' covers

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

Trick love to
Trick to kids

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 'dro in the

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put on that
green, lovin' 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 a buck six-five in it
Plus the boy gets
You legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides

Hot whore work her Sean velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, the loaded four-four
Be sure and more 'fore you with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect 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 lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise with me 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 it like this
Go off and get yo' get, to the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout
Mo' sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, for mo' scrilla
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killer

Trick to kids

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

at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial was squeezin' on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a on the block
Is it the cheeferry, reefer beat, my chest up?
Beat right from the try my best not to mess up
A professor of this thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? fame
Aviator with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps
Kind of like the and the rabbit in the race
Put the line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks

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

Trick love to
love to kids

Drop the top and let the 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 in the wind