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 -- bust
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear
but see they game, so lame, I can hear
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, no ice -- tap me twice
Did you want my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) the tenth dimension
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!) Trick bend
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't
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 You can't relate?
Don't ever say I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate you hate 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, it's a bird, a plane
Now it be them with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, me
Eightball and MJG to the end, we in the wind

Verse Eightball

I my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I it like a bird, word
on them be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I have 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, when I was broke it all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin against them suckers, big facin to love a
broad that done been around the in a day
lovin whoever 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 peel was in my path
a body bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

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

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