Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

Here comes the one they the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust
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 of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
Soon as you open up 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 ain't
but an shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, just go
and bust this champagne upside 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 hate but I'll be again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the
again

Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, it's a bird, it's a
Now it be them hustlers 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 what you
T me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them be them Suave House beats
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I have to say one little thang
The fame of my blew the ghetto freak 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 all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
against them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done around the world in a day
Bear lovin 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 not discussin no math
Playa haters all me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

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

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