Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
Story, that's what we call it
Thank God for the 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 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

Growed up 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 teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, 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 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 oughta enjoy, with the loaded
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya 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 whole

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

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like
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! Trick 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, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

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

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

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
Aviator shades with a 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 of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When your jack it tragic, not intended 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
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in 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 quite alright, with the 'dro in the
the 'dro in the wind