Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: erick

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

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

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never
They yell hoe, the motions of a cool flow
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, crowd around the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the
With the roots and uh, my is soup, and uh
I flow orange juice or tropicana, and uh

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

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

Chorus (+ shouting over)

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