Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

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

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot,
on phones, they wont leave they homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back with all past crap,
strap on your bullit vest and combat boots
NIGGA NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this we go come on you,
blue disguise thats wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not playing with vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many niggaz come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a feature for my son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the shit out of Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin blitzed on my tootsie doggystyle,
G, you heard me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta to da curb G,
but she's not with it, put a on the fat mack,
i hate hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound a fiend, everytime 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 Columbian streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo than flea's,
i got mo gat's these,
powered sour nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, a look at some black G's
scopin the president, takin over residents black kings,
G's with phat key's,
rats ease on your properties poppin me for my black

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my finger itchin,
of killing 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 I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when 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 grip the bed and I check the time,
it's all a dream, I seen in my mind.....

(MJG)
280 of hay, every damn day I gotta test a,
25 lighters on my , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe look like Genie,
she my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Barbie summer set,
she all up in my and I still aint hit that pussy yet,
I gives props to my butler, he know,
I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the calendar I the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky wanna have dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the from 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 Paris 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
move on cause u aint got no home in this residence,
it's evident that i'm high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....