Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: erick

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 hear knockin 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, cause even the 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, it's the funkdullah
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
wicked so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome so I take it home
Don't neglect, respect, the mic check
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 speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me freak the, note like
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 static
Stop and get my automatic, the one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A so I have to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, on!!)

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
A trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine
Fine rhymes equal the nine
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a 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 crazy chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

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