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 they game, so lame, I can hear
I doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me
Did you really want my attention?
my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them
Soon as you open up mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend
I'm a petrified talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm 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 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 back
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the
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Eightball and MJG

In the wind, it's a bird, it's a
Now it be them hustlers with skin tight game
In mix, scopin you, scopin me
and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind

Verse Two:

I sold my soul to this hustle, scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird,
on them streets be them House beats
In the blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't to say one little thang
The fame of my blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me it
Wicked she lick 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 worker, like Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big just to love a
broad done been around the world in a day
lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, 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 all around me as I stumble and grin
my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...

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Verse MJG, Eightball

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

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

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