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 what I 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 know it's from that Suave Camp,
Vemp chimped, or get licked 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 when I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck feeling a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot,
on phones, they wont leave they homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back with all that crap,
on your bullit proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and time we go come on you,
baby blue thats wise,
made me my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
spraying not playing with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many must come wicked,
we done of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds past before I blast my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a for my momma's 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, 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 it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, is the last time,
could 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 scratch 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 with key's,
ease on your properties poppin 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, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is yall snakes facing,
chasing with 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,
the gift and got fam like Gotti,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my head the bed and I check 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,
being served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a ass bikini tini,
as a Barbie Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I aint hit that pussy yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I through 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 from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
move on cause u aint got no home in this residence,
it's evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....