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 business I be the swiftest when I kick this,
as if you didnt it's Thorough from that Suave Camp,
Vemp chimped, or get licked like a mail stamp,
amps and beats, is what I come with,
gangsta's and and balla's is who I fuck with...

(Mr. Mike)
nobody safe when I see demons in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck feeling a Murder & Killa,
i'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the spot,
blocks on phones, they wont they homes, peeping through cracks
cause blacks be coming back with all past crap,
strap on your bullit proof vest and 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,
these the Dayz,
so niggaz must come wicked,
we done of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds past before I with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, to take 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, running fast when,
buckin gott'em ,
putting in the past tense,
i be the holder of the gat therefore it not run,
a psychic couldnt see such a for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the overweight maker,
trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, of the Titans on your dial,
i'm gettin stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
G, you heard 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 hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, everytime is the time,
this 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 than flea's,
i got mo than these,
high sour nigga's,
slangin crack to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at some G's
scopin the president, takin residents like black kings,
stack G's 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,
of killing and then the strap start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a is what yall snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data I hata should be corpe,
and peep when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing nigga'z taking shots and the nigga'z getting hit,
the gift 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 pounds of hay, every day I gotta 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 tight ass 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 on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I flips through the I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky wanna have dinner,
but I cant do it my schedule just to tight,
i just phoned, Jones said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the from 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 move on cause u got no home in this residence,
it's evident i'm daydreaming high,
all the time last line ALL IN MY MIND....