Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the of the Hen'
True Story, what 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 quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' spam
water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and wantin' no more

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
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 seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that
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, to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck
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, switch sides

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

With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get
The fire, the fury, ya with it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my and my face
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, that's all a nigga

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick 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
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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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 squeezin' on my box
In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the

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

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

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

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