Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

told me to come 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 this business I be the swiftest when I this,
as if you didnt know it's from that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked like a stamp,
and beats, technics is what I come with,
gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot,
on phones, they wont leave they homes, peeping through cracks
cause be coming back with all that past crap,
strap on your bullit proof vest and combat
NIGGA NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this we go come on you,
baby 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 must come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds past I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast 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 overweight maker,
trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin blitzed stickin on my doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, kick'em to da curb G,
but she's not 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, everytime is the time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and then the strap spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what snakes facing,
traders with my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and game when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
nigga'z taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
spit the and got fam like Gotti,
her like hobbies,
everybody,
let my head grip the bed and I the time,
all a dream, I seen in my fuckin mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, every day I gotta test a,
25 lighters on my , yes ah,
breakfast being by a hoe that 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 house and I still aint hit pussy yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the downlow he's a chiefin for ya,
now as I flips the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes have dinner,
but I cant do it my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to the strong from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a song We Are The Pimps,
i Ball, Ball calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u the code to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u aint got no in this residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....