Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, that's we call 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 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 saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and 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 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
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

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

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

Hot work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll 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 space and my
Fore me and my ace a lay down the place

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

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these nigga don't want 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 skrilla
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
quite 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

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

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

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