Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

They 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 and the pimpish
in this business I be the swiftest I kick this,
as if you didnt it's Thorough 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 is who I fuck with...

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
buckin gott'em ,
sucka's 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 trouble maker,
fake breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking 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 soccer, gotta 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, is the last 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,
powered sour nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a at some black G's
the president, takin over residents like 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 finger itchin,
visions of killing and then the strap spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is yall snakes facing,
traders with my data 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,
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 gotta a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that like Genie,
she my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Barbie Doll set,
she all up in my house and I still aint hit that 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 the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo hoes wanna have dinner,
but I cant do it cause my schedule to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them playa's with the to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, Ball 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 that i'm high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....