Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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

up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise 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
None of my ain't like me
But it so bad, Pearl had seven 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, I'll act a
Ya don't how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

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

With a 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 the whole place

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

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young 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 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
the 'dro in the wind

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
the 'dro in the wind

Look at we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was 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 the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical
I'll take the purist strain of slang and inject it into your veins

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

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, white but no socks
Then I slipped on of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of

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