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 rap maniac, comin fat like dat
my habitat, with the funk track
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It must be soup, a human bein
I think it's about time for 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, cause the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in 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 the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, crowd around the speaker
To hear me the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you 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 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 (it's on, it's on)
on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
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 in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine
Fine rhymes equal the nine
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold
pockets next 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 packed chrome

Chorus (+ shouting over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill more pens, 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 this way
Yeah! it's all in, your
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..