Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: erick

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

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

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

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz around the speaker
To me freak the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
the, jams and you reap the fields
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow orange juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
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 disgusting on the
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, on!!)

The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? ?
I it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine
rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God bless the roots and who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

(+ soup shouting over)

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