Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

Here comes the one they the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear
I Hens doggin at the bar, 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 dimension
I see you to my ride, tired, rest them 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 over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of
people from takin these end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you
You in a You can't relate?
ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you but I'll be back 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 skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, me
Eightball and MJG to the end, we in the wind

Two: Eightball

I sold my 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 Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I ain't to say one little thang
The fame of my name the ghetto freak brain
for a meal ticket, she let me stick 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 love me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that been around the world in a day
Bear lovin got cheddar to pay
Ball no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin cat nip
Slip, as if a banana was dropped in my path
into a bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I 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 think hip
Smoke up whole zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and again, stories have been told
About the hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes buy em alligators
In the wind, all big ?

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

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