Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and no more covers

A bad motherfucker always 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 the kids

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

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

With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get
The fire, the fury, ya with it not
Ya the grace, get out my space and my face
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, that's all a nigga

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
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, cash
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! 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

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

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

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not for any illegal purposes'
It's like and small pox in surplus 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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