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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
None of my teachers 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, 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
With the in the wind

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

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

Hot whore work her con-con, to the floor
He oughta enjoy, the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

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

Recognize, is the verbalize, surprise
Fuckin' with me wrong way to 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 how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

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

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
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, 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 me choke
a serial killer 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 thang
I'll take the purist strain of this slang and it into your veins

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

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

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

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

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