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)

[erick
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
the boondocks, when I rocks my styles 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 with the flow, I never know
yell hoe, assumin 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 with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

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

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
the, jams and you reap the fields
With the roots and uh, my is soup, and uh
I like 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 bloodspill so I have to and get
Totally disgusting on the
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's 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 sound
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can kill pens, than 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, a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..