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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
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 and the Hen'
quite 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, niggaz lovin' it, it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish

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

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

With a SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck it not
Ya the grace, get out my space and my face
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, all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
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 tricky to the trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

the top and let the sunshine 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 'dro in the

at what we got, the rims 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 danger but not a stranger on the

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

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

To the finish line, I jump the of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on some of O with the wind
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece 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 understand Trick love the kids! Trick 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
quite alright, with the 'dro 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 Coke and the
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the