Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the 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 alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm Boy foolish

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

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

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

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

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

So pass, outlast, cash
More sicky, talk 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 and the Hen'
It's alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

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

Did your stop man? Drop-top fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the at a slow pimps pace
Kinda the turtle and the rabbit in the race

To the line, I jump 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 piece of

Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and it
When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal
It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Trick the kids!

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

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