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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven like me
If you growed up the way I did you to 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 and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, 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
Weighin' in at a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's
You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

a sick 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 whole

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose
unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, 'bout
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you no killa! 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, the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

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

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

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

To the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on of that O with the wind
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 tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya understand Trick 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 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 spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the
With the in the wind