Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
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
the 'dro in the wind

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

Growed up eatin' sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four more
But one home for 'em and wantin' no more

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

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

That's 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, thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

With a sick SWAT, when 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 down the whole

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these young nigga 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!

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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, with the 'dro in the
With the 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 killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the

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

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

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

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

the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind