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 I gotta do,
I'm one of the few, the proud and the
in this business I be the swiftest I kick this,
as if you didnt know it's Thorough from Suave Camp,
Vemp chimped, or get licked like a mail stamp,
amps and beats, technics is what I with,
gangsta's and pimps and is who I fuck with...

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a couldnt see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the overweight maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds i'm walking smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm gettin blitzed on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch 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 like a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a on my scope and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is yall snakes facing,
chasing traders my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when it's being taught, or to picture of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking shots and the nigga'z getting hit,
spit the gift and got fam Gotti,
her like 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 lighters on my , yes ah,
breakfast served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and a tight ass bikini tini,
as a Barbie Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I still aint hit that yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
that I on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes wanna dinner,
but I cant do it my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he needs my tonight,
he wanted me to the strong from the wimps,
them 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 Round 2,
do , u the code to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u got no home in this residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....