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
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

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

Growed up spam sandwiches
Sugar water and sandwich
Share the room with 'bout more brothers
But one for 'em and wantin' no more covers

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more me
If you growed up the way I did you gots to
Trick love the kids, Trick the kids

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

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, I'll act a
Ya don't 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 live, that's right
You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then sides

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
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, 'bout
More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! 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 in the wind
With the in the wind

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, with the 'dro in the
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 serial killer was squeezin' on my 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 club try my not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical
I'll take the strain of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' the dirty 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, white but no socks
Then I slipped on of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
When jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta Trick love the kids! 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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in 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
the 'dro in the wind