Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- these
Way out of with all them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I Hens doggin at the bar, real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest legs
Soon as you open up your (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) bend over
I'm a petrified talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, just go
and this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be again
You saw me faintly through the but now I'm in the wind
again

Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with that tight game
In your mix, scopin you, me
Eightball and MJG to the end, we in the wind

Verse Eightball

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch you heard
T me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on streets be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got gal between my sheets
Speak -- I have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to with me
But I'm a worker, like Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin to love a
broad that been around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a peel was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

I flip on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or
and time again, stories have been told
About the super hustler tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em
In the wind, all big ?

Pick artificial tricks stolen makers
trees come in please, help a player shake a
million down to the ground, feel them fall
Ride me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all
is what false literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the dust out you) who speaks the truth?
your leeches? Whose your friends?
I plan to bring the realness back again, but then
I'm in the

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