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, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black bein
I think it's about for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the of a cool flow
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never test, noooooooo, cause 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

sermon]
Back on the rebound, the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more sole/soul dr. scholl-ah
wicked so it sticks in your dome
On the microphone so I take it home
Don't neglect, respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap and come correct
I leave the burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick

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

[erick
breaker, shh, I hear some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A so I have to chill and get
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (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
and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
the cold cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my year 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 packed crazy

Chorus (+ shouting over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I chose the
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..