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 know it's Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Best chimped, or get licked like a mail 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,
wicked as fuck like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like 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 all that past crap,
strap on bullit proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and time we go come on you,
baby blue disguise wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got 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 blast my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a couldnt see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
grounds when i'm walking smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta to da curb G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, is the last time,
could be reality or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's like fluid, do it some G's
know me from Columbian streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo scratch flea's,
i got mo than these,
powered sour nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at black G's
scopin the president, over residents like black kings,
stack G's with key's,
rats ease on your properties poppin me for my black

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

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, every day I gotta test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a ass bikini tini,
as a Barbie Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I still hit that pussy yet,
I gives to my butler, cause he know,
I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I through the calendar I spots 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 he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
playa's with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, Ball the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u the code to the fence, if u dont,
then on cause u aint got no home in this residence,
it's evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....