Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

told 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 from that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked 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 feeling like a & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave they homes, through cracks
cause blacks be coming with all that past crap,
strap on your bullit proof vest and boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this time we go on you,
baby disguise thats wise,
me loose my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not playing their vertabrates,
the Murda Dayz,
so many must come wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 past before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a 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, Clash of the on your dial,
i'm blitzed stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch 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 hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, everytime is the time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's 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 than these,
high powered nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at 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 cracker on my and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and then the strap spittin, hittin,
the prez, payback on the devil,
a and a mason is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when it's taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
spit the and got fam like Gotti,
her like hobbies,
everybody,
let my head grip the bed and I 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,
breakfast being served by a hoe look like Genie,
she press my wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Barbie Doll set,
she all up in my house and I still aint hit that yet,
I gives to my butler, cause he know,
that I know on the he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes have 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 pick the strong the wimps,
playa's with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, Ball the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u know the to the fence, if u dont,
then on cause u aint got no home in this residence,
evident that i'm daydreaming high,
all the time ever last ALL IN MY MIND....