Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wind

Verse MJG

comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust
Way out of with all them bustas in my rear view
but see game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me
Did you really my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I you!) Trick bend over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't
but an shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you
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, it's a
Now it be them hustlers with that skin game
In your mix, you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, we in the wind

Two: Eightball

I sold my soul to hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one thang
The fame of my name blew the freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked when she lick it, to make me trick it
Girl, I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like
Workin against suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got 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
into a bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa all around 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 who think they hip
Smoke up whole zip, sess hydro or crip
and time again, stories have been told
About the super dyin tryin to get the gold
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 ?

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

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