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

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK nobody safe when I see in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the defense Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, wont leave they homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back all that past crap,
strap on your bullit proof vest and boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and time we go come on you,
baby disguise thats wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got 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, actin live,
3 seconds past before I blast my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 reported all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a 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 the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm gettin stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta kick'em to da G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate stikin but I cant help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, everytime is the time,
this 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 gat's these,
powered 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,
G's with phat key's,
rats ease on properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a on my scope and my finger still itchin,
of killing and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what yall facing,
chasing 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,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my grip the bed and I check the time,
all a dream, I seen in my fuckin mind.....

(MJG)
280 of hay, every damn day I gotta test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that look Genie,
she press my every 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 gives to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the downlow he's a 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 just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he needs my tonight,
he me to pick the strong from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a 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 ever last ALL IN MY MIND....