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

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
With the 'dro in the

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol'
green, neckbone eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South
Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar water and sandwich
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 teachers ain't me
But make it so bad, pearl had mo' like me
If you up the way I did
You understand

Trick to kids
Trick love to

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

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

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

Hot whore her Sean John velour to the floor
He enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and more 'fore you with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect line

With a sick swat, shit's 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 the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise me wrong 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 froze

You know how it goes, these don't want it like 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, lookin' mean, but you ain't no

Trick love to

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

Look at what we got, the and all the 'dro
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, beat, blowin' my chest up?
Beat right the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into your

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

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

Trick to kids
Trick love to

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