Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

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

Chorus: and MJG

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

Verse Eightball

I my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House
In the Benz blowin got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't to say one little thang
The fame of my blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
when 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 love me
But I'm a worker, like Smuckers
against them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad done been around the world in a day
Bear whoever got cheddar 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 bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
Snatch my vest, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

I flip scripts on young dips who they hip
Smoke up your zip, sess hydro or crip
and time again, stories have been told
About the hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete full 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 stolen money makers
Money trees come in please, a player shake a
million down to the ground, feel them fall
Ride with me I'll run your game into a wall, trick y'all
is what this literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who the truth?
Whose your leeches? Whose your
I plan to the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the

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