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 -- these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real (real nice)
Six of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really my full attention?
Sometimes my (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
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 you!) Trick bend over
I'm a rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, you hip?
You in a You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the
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Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with skin tight game
In your mix, you, scopin 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 it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal my sheets
-- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak
for a meal 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 jelly worker, like
Workin them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad done been around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got to pay
like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

I scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up whole zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been
About the super hustler tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't
Heavy weighters, with plenty that 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 what this false literary do, then come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the
Whose leeches? Whose your friends?
I plan to bring the realness back again, but then
I'm in the

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