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

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

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

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 understand

love to kids
Trick love to

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

Cop me a trees Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy-apple green, it
And when I'm in it, I'll act a
You won't like how I'm livin',
That's right I'm a

to do you, cut a fool
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck in it
Plus the boy gets
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 four-four
Be sure and more 'fore you with mine
Disrespect, I'll your line

With a sick swat, when hot, you get shot
The fire, the fury, it not
You stoppin' the grace, get out my 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, that's all a
Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
Hoes unchose, 'cause my froze

You know how it goes, these young don't want it like
Go off and get yo' get, to the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like
Lo realer, a go-rilla, for mo' scrilla
Come clean, mean, but you ain't no killer

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

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

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

I slip 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 jack it over tragic
Not intended for any purposes
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us

Trick love to
Trick to kids

the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' 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