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 touch with all them in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can through
I doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really my full attention?
my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) bend over
I'm a petrified talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of
people from takin dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside ship, alright you hip?
You in a You can't relate?
Don't say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the before you hate but I'll be back again
You saw me faintly through the but now I'm in the wind
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Chorus: and MJG

In the wind, it's a bird, 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 Eightball

I sold my soul to this hustle, scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it a bird, word
on them be them Suave House beats
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
-- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked when she 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 to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin against suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been around the in a day
Bear lovin got cheddar to pay
like 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, somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse Three: MJG,

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

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

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