Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

told me to come 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 and the pimpish
in this business I be the swiftest 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 I come with,
and pimps and balla's is who I fuck with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
as fuck feeling 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, they wont leave homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be back with all that past crap,
strap on bullit proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this time we go on you,
baby blue thats wise,
made me loose my 9-5 got a 4-5 im,
spraying not playing with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many 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, just to 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a couldnt see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
grounds when i'm walking smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the shit out of Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm gettin blitzed on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, kick'em to da curb G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i stikin hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i like a fiend, everytime is the last time,
this be reality or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a on my scope and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and then the strap spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders with my cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking shots and the same getting hit,
spit the gift and got fam Gotti,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my grip the bed and I check the time,
it's all a dream, I 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 tight ass tini,
tiny as a Barbie Doll set,
she all up in my house and I aint hit that pussy yet,
I gives to my butler, cause he know,
that I on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the calendar I 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 wanted me to the strong from the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls 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,
evident that i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....