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 what I do,
I'm one of the few, the proud and the
in this business I be the swiftest when I this,
as if you didnt know it's Thorough that Suave Camp,
Best chimped, or get licked like a mail stamp,
amps and beats, is what I come with,
gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as feeling like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back with all past crap,
strap on your proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this we go come on you,
blue disguise thats wise,
made me my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not playing with vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so niggaz must come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting sucka's in the 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 overweight maker,
fake trick breaker, 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 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 but I cant help but to go back,
i like a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could be reality or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my still itchin,
visions of killing and then the start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what yall facing,
chasing traders with my data cause I 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 getting hit,
the gift and got fam like Gotti,
hittin her 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 test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
as a Barbie Doll summer set,
she all up in my house and I still hit that pussy yet,
I props to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the downlow he's a chiefin 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 just 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 limps to a song called We Are The Pimps,
i Ball, Ball calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Round 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
then on cause u aint got no home in this residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the time ever last ALL IN MY MIND....