Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and in trouble
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven 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
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, lovin' it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

That's I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick 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 know legs, wings, and short thighs, thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

With a sick SWAT, when 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 nigga

yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, these young don't 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 like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick 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
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

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

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my up?
right from the club try my best not to mess up
A of this lyrical thang
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 pimps pace
Kinda like the and the rabbit in the race

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

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Trick 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
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind