Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black bein
I think it's time for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, even the best'll have to
Go out the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, more sole/soul dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in dome
On the chrome microphone so I take it
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic
Don't forget, I still necks and come correct
I leave the microphone (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you the fields
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I like orange juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A so I have to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, on, it's on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and is on the dick
A trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine nine triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
Yeah next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can more pens, than guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I chose the
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
S-o-u and the p, e,
Erick sermon, a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..