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

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK nobody safe when I see in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck feeling like a & Killa,
witness i'm on the defense like Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back all that past crap,
on your bullit proof vest and combat boots
it's NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this time we go on you,
baby disguise thats wise,
made me my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
spraying not playing with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so niggaz must come wicked,
we done 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 reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
fake breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds 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 soccer, gotta kick'em to da curb G,
but not with it, put a spell on the fat mack,
i hate stikin but I cant help but to go back,
i sound a fiend, everytime is the last time,
could be reality 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 scratch flea's,
i got mo than these,
high sour nigga's,
steady crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at some G's
scopin the president, over residents like black kings,
stack G's with key's,
rats ease on your properties poppin me for my black

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my scope and my finger itchin,
visions of and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is yall snakes facing,
chasing with my data cause I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when it's being taught, or to this of us lyricists,
seeing taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
the gift and got fam like 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,
breakfast being served by a hoe that look 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 gives to my butler, cause he know,
that I on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky wanna have dinner,
but I do it cause my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Jones said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to make a song We Are The Pimps,
i call's Ball, calls 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 evident that i'm high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....