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)

[erick
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, the funk track
From the boondocks, when I rocks my out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a human bein
I think it's time for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get blindsided the flow, I never know
They hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause 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
Back on the rebound, it's the funkdullah
Old schooler, more sole/soul dr. scholl-ah
Freakin so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I it home
Don't neglect, respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me freak the, like tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the, jams and you the fields
With the roots and uh, my is soup, and uh
I flow like orange or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I some static
and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A so I have to chill and get
Totally disgusting on the
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, on, it's on!!)

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

Chorus (+ soup over)

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