Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!)
(pump pump, shots)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I the pros
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
and the p, e, r-i-c-k
Erick sermon, kickin a this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..