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 with all them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I Hens doggin at the bar, real nice (real nice)
Six of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my full
Sometimes my (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
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 electrified walkin, I'm tired of savin
from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, you hip?
You in a hurry? You 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 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 hustlers with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, 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 blowin Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I ain't have to say one thang
The of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a ticket, she let me stick it
when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been the world 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 was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no
haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

Pick artificial tricks stolen money
Money trees come in please, help a shake a
down to the ground, feel them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your game a brick wall, trick y'all
is this false 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 back again, but until then
I'm in the

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