Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
True Story, that's what we it
Thank God for the too
Roe

Drop the top and let the in
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass
Collard green, neck eatin' ass nigga
Always wearin' my baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South

up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room 'bout four more brothers
But one for 'em and wantin' no more covers

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, had seven more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick love the kids, Trick love the

Drop the top and let the in
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
Weighin' in at a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, the boy gets live, that's right
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, switch sides

Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the
He enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya

With a SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my
Fore me and my ace a lay down the place

Recognize, this is the verbalize,
Fuckin' with me wrong way to wise
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues,
Big ol' bankrolls, all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick the kids!

Drop the top and let the in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Drop the top and let the in
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

Look at we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me
Like a serial was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of but not a stranger on the block

Is it the reefer beat blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical
I'll the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades a rear front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the in the race

To the line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on some of that O with the
I'm bustin' straight out the path a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya understand Trick love the kids! Trick love the kids!

Drop the top and let the in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Drop the top and let the in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the