Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

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

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds past before I with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
buckin ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the overweight maker,
trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking when i'm walking smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the on your dial,
i'm gettin blitzed stickin on my doggystyle,
G, you heard me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta to da curb G,
but she's not 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, everytime is the time,
this be reality 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 sour nigga's,
slangin crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at some G's
scopin the president, over residents like black kings,
stack G's phat key's,
ease on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my still itchin,
visions of killing and 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 peep when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking 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, every damn day I test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a tight ass tini,
tiny as a Barbie summer set,
she all up in my and I still aint hit that pussy yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes have dinner,
but I cant do it cause my just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a called We Are The Pimps,
i Ball, Ball calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u the code to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u aint got no in this residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....