Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

They 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 and the pimpish
in this business I be the swiftest when I this,
as if you didnt it's Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked 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,
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 with all past crap,
strap on your bullit proof and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this time we go on you,
baby blue thats wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got a 4-5 im,
spraying not playing with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many niggaz come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds past before I with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a for my momma's son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the shit out of 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 playing soccer, kick'em to da curb G,
but she's not with it, put a on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I cant but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, is the last 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 Columbian to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo than flea's,
i got mo than these,
high sour nigga's,
steady slangin to fiend's,
at ease, take a at some black G's
scopin the president, takin over residents black kings,
stack G's phat key's,
rats ease on your properties 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 is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data cause I should be corpe,
and peep game it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
spit the gift and got fam Gotti,
her like hobbies,
everybody,
let my grip the bed and I check the time,
it's all a dream, I seen in my mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, every damn day I gotta 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 pussy yet,
I gives to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the downlow 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 cant do it cause my just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy said he needs my help tonight,
he me to pick the strong from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls 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 aint got no home in residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....