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 -- bust
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my view
but see game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really my full attention?
Sometimes my (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest legs
Soon as you open up your (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 shyster walkin, I'm tired of
people takin these dead end trips, I'ma 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 the crowd but now I'm in the wind
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Chorus: and MJG

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

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to hustle, homeboy scratch what 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 my sheets
Speak -- I have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto brain
for a meal ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me it
Girl, when I was broke it all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, Smuckers
Workin them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got to pay
Ball like no trick ass, shakers 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 discussin no
haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

I scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or
Time and time again, stories have been
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em
In the wind, all big ?

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

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