Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

They told me to 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 know it's Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Best chimped, or get licked like a mail stamp,
amps and beats, technics is what I with,
and pimps and balla's is who I fuck with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK nobody safe I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck like a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the defense 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 with 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 my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not with their vertabrates,
the Murda Dayz,
so many niggaz 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 witnesses all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past 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,
trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm smoking fat onion,
i get lit, and the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm gettin blitzed stickin on my doggystyle,
G, you heard me,
the bitch served,
now i'm playing soccer, kick'em 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 sound like a fiend, everytime is the time,
could be reality or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's like fluid, do it like 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 sour nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, a look at some black G's
scopin the president, takin residents like black kings,
G's with phat key's,
rats on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my and my finger still itchin,
visions of and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what snakes facing,
chasing traders my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z 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,
it's all a dream, I seen in my mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, every damn day I test a,
25 lighters on my , yes ah,
breakfast being by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and keeps a ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Doll 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 he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the calendar I the winter,
if it 3 mo freaky hoes wanna have dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Quincy Jones he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them with the limps to make 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 move on u aint got no home in this residence,
it's evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the time ever last ALL IN MY MIND....