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 -- these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my view
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
Soon as you open up your (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 electrified shyster walkin, I'm of savin
people from takin dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't
ever say that 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 through 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 mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the

Verse Eightball

I my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I it like a bird, word
on them streets be them House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my
Speak -- I ain't to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the freak brain
Lookin for a ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, 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, Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to a
broad that done been around the in a day
lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my
a body bodyworkin 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 MJG, Eightball

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

artificial tricks stolen money makers
Money trees come in please, help a shake a
million down to the ground, them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your into a brick wall, trick y'all
is what this false 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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