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

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never
They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a flow
of a cool, it's 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 weeds in my

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

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To me freak the, note like tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
the, jams and you reap 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 hear static
and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, 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, before I get up behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the figures
Yeah the cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

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