Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, what we call it
God for the thugs 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, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' nigga
Collard green, neck eatin' ass nigga
Always my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

Growed up eatin' spam
Sugar water and sandwich
the room with 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and wantin' no covers

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
love the kids, Trick love the kids

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
With the 'dro in the

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

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

Hot work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded
Be sure and acquire more ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll ya line

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, talk tricky to the trick like
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you no killa! Trick love the kids!

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

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 clutches of danger but not a on the block

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

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps
Kinda like the and the rabbit in the race

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

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya gotsta understand 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 Coke and the
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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind