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 with all them bustas in my 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 want my full
my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you nuttin
but an shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you
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 again
You saw me faintly the crowd but now I'm in the wind
again

Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, it's a bird, a plane
Now it be them hustlers that skin 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 this hustle, homeboy scratch what you
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird,
on them be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I ain't have to say one thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak
for a meal ticket, she let me stick 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 girl to with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin against them suckers, big just to love a
broad that done around the world in a day
Bear whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no ass, them 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 not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
Snatch my vest, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

I flip scripts on young dips who think hip
Smoke up your whole zip, hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been
the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete full of, carniverous firearm
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 makers
trees come in please, help a player shake a
million down to the ground, them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick
is this false literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the
Whose your leeches? your friends?
I to bring the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the

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