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 -- bust
Way out of touch all them bustas in my rear 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
as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's 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 these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne your ship, alright you hip?
You in a You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you
I'm out the gate before you hate but be back again
You saw me faintly through the 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 tight
In mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch you heard
T me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House
In the Benz Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little
The of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
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 about the
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin to love a
broad done been around the world in a day
Bear lovin got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my
into a body not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the 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 to get the gold
jungle full of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't
Heavy weighters, plenty hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, all big ?

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

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