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 licked a mail stamp,
amps and beats, is what I come with,
gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I with...

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds past I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a feature for my son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
trick breaker, Tennessee 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 wicked served,
now i'm soccer, gotta 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 sound like a fiend, is the last time,
this be reality or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my still itchin,
visions of killing and then the strap spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and game when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking shots and the same nigga'z 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 damn day I test a,
25 lighters on my , yes ah,
being served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I still aint hit that yet,
I gives props to my butler, he know,
that I 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 hoes wanna dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Jones said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to a song called 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 evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the time ever last ALL IN MY MIND....