Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

told me to come clever, whatever,
it make, it's on you,
so I be who I be, and do what I do,
I'm one of the few, the and the pimpish
in business I be the swiftest when I kick this,
as if you didnt know Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked like a stamp,
and beats, technics is what I come with,
gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK nobody safe when I see in tha mirror,
as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the defense Johnny Cochran,
NOW UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave they homes, peeping through
cause be coming back with all that past crap,
strap on your bullit vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and time we go come on you,
baby blue disguise wise,
made me my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not with their vertabrates,
the Murda Dayz,
so many niggaz must wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 past before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a for my momma's son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm blitzed stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the wicked served,
now i'm soccer, gotta kick'em to da curb G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i stikin hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, is the last time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's fluid, do it like some G's
they know me from streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo than flea's,
i got mo gat's these,
high powered nigga's,
slangin crack to fiend's,
at ease, a look at some black G's
scopin the president, takin over like black kings,
G's with phat key's,
rats on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a on my scope and my finger still itchin,
visions of and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data cause I hata be corpe,
and game when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
the gift and got fam like Gotti,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my head grip the bed and I the time,
it's all a dream, I in my fuckin mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, damn day I gotta test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that look Genie,
she my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Barbie Doll set,
she all up in my house and I aint hit that pussy yet,
I gives props to my butler, he know,
that I know on the downlow he's a muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the calendar I the winter,
if it aint 3 mo hoes wanna have dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he needs my tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Round 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u aint got no in this residence,
it's evident that i'm high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....