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 hear
I Hens doggin at the bar, real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, no ice -- tap me twice
Did you want my full attention?
my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest legs
as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you 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 I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the
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Eightball and MJG

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

Verse Eightball

I sold my to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird,
on them streets be them Suave House
In the Benz Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all 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
Bear lovin got cheddar 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 in my path
into a bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I and grin
Snatch my vest, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

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

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

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