Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's the sound of the Hen'
True Story, what we call it
Thank God for the too
Roe

Drop the top and let the in
With the woodgrain, let the spin
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
Collard green, neck bone ass nigga
Always wearin' my jeans saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky

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

A little bad motherfucker rude and always in trouble
of my teachers ain't like me
But it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me
If you up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick love the kids, Trick love the

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

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

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

With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get
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, this is the verbalize,
Fuckin' me wrong 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
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, for more skrilla
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 spin
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

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

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top
Aviator shades with a front face
Movin' the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda the turtle 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 the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a 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'
It's like anthrax and pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! love 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 in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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