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 through
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 inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
as you open up your mouth (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 nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, just go
and bust this champagne your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You relate?
ever say that 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 the crowd but now I'm in the wind
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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
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave beats
In the Benz Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one thang
The fame of my name 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 girl to with me
But I'm a worker, like Smuckers
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, sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was in my path
into a body 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 Three: MJG,

I flip scripts on dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or
and time again, stories have been told
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the
Concrete jungle of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who strong
Heavy weighters, with hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, all big ?

Pick artificial tricks stolen money
trees come in please, help a player 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 do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural out you) who speaks the truth?
Whose your leeches? your friends?
I plan to the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the

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