Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

Here comes the one they the P.I. -- M.P.
out the cut no one can see I -- bust these
Way out of touch all them bustas in my rear 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 really want my full
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth
I see you to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you 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 shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma go
and this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back
You saw me faintly through the but now I'm in the wind
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Eightball and MJG

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

Verse Eightball

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 House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I ain't have to say one thang
The fame of my name the ghetto freak brain
for a meal ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, 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 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 like no 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 bodyworkin not no math
haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

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

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