Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

Here the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- these
Way out of touch all them bustas in my rear view
but see game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin nice (real nice)
Six of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really my full attention?
my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) bend over
I'm a rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You relate?
Don't say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you but I'll be back again
You saw me through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
again

Chorus: and MJG

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

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you
T front me a keyboard, I it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave beats
In the Benz blowin got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't to say one little thang
The fame of my blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the
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 just to love a
broad that done been around the in a day
lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin cat nip
Slip, as if a banana was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
my vest, twist 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 or crip
Time and time again, have been told
About the super dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous
Hunger for flesh, and on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, all big ?

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

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