Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, just the sound of the Hen'
True Story, what we call it
God for the thugs too
Roe

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 in the wind
With the 'dro in the

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

up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four more
But one for 'em and wantin' no more covers

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven 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
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on bitch
Candy green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll 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, short
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

a sick 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 whole

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 I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry
You know how it goes, young nigga don't 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 trick trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more
clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
the 'dro 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
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 clutches of danger but not a stranger on the

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

Did your heart stop Drop-top fame
Aviator shades 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 pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it
your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro 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 'dro in the
With the in the wind