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 I gotta do,
I'm one of the few, the proud and the
in business I be the swiftest when I kick this,
as if you didnt know it's from 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)
FUCK nobody safe when I see in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the defense like Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the spot,
blocks on phones, wont leave they homes, peeping through cracks
blacks be coming back with all that past crap,
strap on your bullit proof and combat boots
NIGGA NIGGA DAY!! ,
and time we go come on you,
blue disguise thats wise,
made me my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless not playing with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many niggaz come wicked,
we done of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds past 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 ducking ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic couldnt see a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the overweight maker,
fake breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm blitzed stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, kick'em to da curb G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I cant but to go back,
i like a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could be reality or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's like fluid, do it like G's
they me from Columbian streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo scratch 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
the president, takin over residents like black kings,
stack G's phat key's,
rats on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my still itchin,
of killing and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what yall facing,
chasing traders with my cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when it's being taught, or to this of us lyricists,
nigga'z taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
spit the gift and got fam Gotti,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my head the bed and I check 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 served by a hoe 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 aint hit pussy yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the downlow a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes wanna dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them playa's the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i Ball, Ball calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
then move on u aint got no home in this residence,
evident that i'm daydreaming high,
all the time ever line ALL IN MY MIND....