Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the sound of the
True Story, that's we call it
Thank God for the too
Roe

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

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
None of my ain't like me
But make it so bad, had seven more like me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
Trick love the kids, Trick love the

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

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 how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
in at 'bout a buck six-five
And a can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right
You know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I
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 like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind

the top and let the sunshine 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
With the 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 but not a stranger on the block

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

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

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

Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! 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 in the wind
With the in the wind

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