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 Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A little bad always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't me
But make it so bad, Pearl had more like me
If you growed up the way I did you 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 dubs on that
Candy green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

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

With a sick SWAT, when hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck 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,
Fuckin' with me 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 it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
More sicky, tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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, with the in the wind
the 'dro 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

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

Did your heart stop man? fame
Aviator shades a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a pimps pace
Kinda the turtle and the rabbit in the race

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

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

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

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