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 Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get like a mail stamp,
amps and beats, technics is what I with,
and pimps and balla's is who I fuck with...

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds before 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,
gott'em ducking ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic see such 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 out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin blitzed stickin on my doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta to da curb G,
but she's not with it, put a on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I help but to go back,
i like a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my finger itchin,
visions of and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when it's being taught, or to picture 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 head the bed and I check the time,
it's all a dream, I in my fuckin mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, damn day I gotta test a,
25 lighters on my , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that look Genie,
she my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I still aint hit pussy 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 I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes have dinner,
but I cant do it cause my just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the from the wimps,
them with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Round 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u got no home in this residence,
it's evident that i'm high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....