Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Wind

Hah, that's just the of the Hen'
True Story, 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 and the Hen'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in
None of my teachers like me
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven 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 twinkies
Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the in the wind
the 'dro in the wind

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

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

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

With a sick SWAT, when 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 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, 'bout
More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for skrilla
Come clean, mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick 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
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'
It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind
With the in the wind

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

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

Did your heart man? Drop-top fame
shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps
like 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 on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic

you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic, not for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in 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 and the Hen'
It's alright, with 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 in the wind
With the in the wind