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

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

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

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 gotsta

Trick to kids
Trick to kids

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

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

Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded
Be sure and acquire more 'fore you with
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 down the place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise with me 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 how it goes, these young don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' get, to silence the chit-chat,
So pass, outlast, 'bout
Mo' sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you no killer

Trick love to

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

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

Did your stop man? Drop-top fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pace
Kind of like the turtle and the rabbit in the
Put the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, white 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, before you it
You gotta it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
Not for any illegal purposes
like 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 quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind