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 them bustas in my view
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you want my full attention?
Sometimes my (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest 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 over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't
but an shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this 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 before you hate but be back again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the
again

Chorus: and MJG

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

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird,
on them streets be them Suave House
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal my sheets
Speak -- I have to say one little thang
The of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked when she lick it, to make me trick it
Girl, when I was broke it all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a to love with me
But I'm a worker, like Smuckers
Workin them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been the world in a day
lovin 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 was dropped in my path
into a bodyworkin not discussin 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 MJG, Eightball

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

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

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