Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

They me to come clever, whatever,
it make, it's 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 know it's Thorough that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked a mail stamp,
amps and beats, technics is what I 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 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 back with all past crap,
on your bullit proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this time we go on you,
blue disguise thats wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not playing with vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many niggaz come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds past before I with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a couldnt see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the trouble maker,
trick 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 blitzed stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
G, you heard me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta kick'em to da G,
but she's not it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I cant but to go back,
i sound a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could be reality or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's like fluid, do it like G's
they me from Columbian streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo than flea's,
i got mo than these,
powered sour nigga's,
steady slangin to fiend's,
at ease, take a at some black G's
scopin the president, takin over 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 the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing with my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep 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 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 pounds of hay, every damn day I test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a tight ass tini,
tiny as a Barbie summer set,
she all up in my house and I aint hit that pussy yet,
I gives props to my butler, he know,
that I know on the downlow he's a muthafucka for ya,
now as I through the calendar I spots 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 strong the wimps,
playa's 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 the code to the fence, if u dont,
then move on u aint got no home in this residence,
it's evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....