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 with all bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear
I doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you want my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth
I see you to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't
but an electrified walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, you hip?
You in a You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you
I'm out the gate you hate but I'll be back again
You saw me through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
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Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with that skin game
In your mix, scopin you, 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 like a bird,
on them streets be Suave House beats
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little
The fame of my name blew the freak brain
Lookin for a ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all 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 that done around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got to pay
Ball like no trick ass, shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin cat nip
Slip, as if a peel was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not no math
Playa haters all me as I stumble and grin
my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

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

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