Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's 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
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, 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 wearin' my jeans baggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise
the room with 'bout four more brothers
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
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
With the 'dro in the

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs 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

right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga
Weighin' in at a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy 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, with the loaded
Be and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, disconnect ya line

With a 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
Fore me and my ace a lay down the place

Recognize, this is the verbalize,
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
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young nigga don't it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, cash
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for 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
With the in the wind

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

Look at what we got, the 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 stranger on the

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

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

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

Before you it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not for any illegal purposes'
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand love 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 Coke and the
It's quite alright, with the 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 quite alright, with the in the wind
With the in the wind