Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's the sound of the Hen'
True Story, what we call it
God for the thugs 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 'dro in the
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 Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky

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

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

Cut me a Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't 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 'bout a buck
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, right
You legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch

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

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

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

Throw yo' elbows, I'm than 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
sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick the kids!

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 'dro in the

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
With the 'dro in the

Look at 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 but not a stranger on the block

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

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

To the finish line, I jump the pair of
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no
Then I slipped on some of that O the wind
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and it
your jack it over 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
With the woodgrain, let the spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the
It's 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 and the Hen'
quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the