Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's the sound of the Hen'
True Story, what we call 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 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' nigga
Collard green, bone eatin' ass nigga
Always my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven 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
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put on that bitch
apple 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, quick to do you, cut a ass nigga
in at 'bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
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, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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

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
With the 'dro in the

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my up?
Beat right 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 stop 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 line, I jump the pair 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 it and mack it
When your jack it tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! love the kids!

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

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