Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

Here the one they 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 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 inchin to my ride, tired, 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!) bend over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of
from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You relate?
Don't ever say that I try to set it to you straight
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
again

Chorus: and MJG

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

Verse Eightball

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird,
on them be them Suave House beats
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
-- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked she lick it, tryin to make me trick 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
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to a
that done been around the world in a day
Bear whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my
into a body bodyworkin not no math
Playa all around 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 young dips who they hip
Smoke up whole zip, sess hydro or crip
and time again, stories have been told
About the super dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous
for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, all big ?

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

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