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 proud and the
in this business I be the swiftest I kick this,
as if you didnt know it's Thorough that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get like a mail stamp,
and beats, technics is what I come with,
gangsta's and pimps and is who I fuck with...

(Mr. Mike)
nobody safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck feeling like a & Killa,
i'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, this glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave they homes, peeping through
cause blacks be coming back all that past crap,
strap on your proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this 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,
the Murda Dayz,
so many niggaz come wicked,
we done of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 past before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 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 therefore it not run,
a psychic see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta to da curb G,
but she's not with it, put a 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 this be or all in my mind?......

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

(Thorough)
i had a on my scope and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking shots and the same getting hit,
spit the 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 of hay, every damn day I gotta test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast being served by a hoe that like Genie,
she my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Doll 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 freaky hoes wanna dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones said he my help tonight,
he wanted me to the strong from the wimps,
them playa's with the to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, Ball the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Round 2,
do , u the code 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 last line ALL IN MY MIND....