Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had 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
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put on that bitch
Candy green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya like 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 six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's
You know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

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 and my face
Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
unchose, cuz my jewelry 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, cash
More sicky, talk to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
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'
It's alright, with the 'dro 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 makes me
Like a serial was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of but not a stranger on the block

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

Did your stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the

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

Before you slack it you gotta it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick 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 Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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 'dro in the