Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!)
(pump pump, shots)

sermon]
Aiyyo the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
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
yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, niggaz around the speaker
To hear me freak the, note like
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the, and you reap the fields
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
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 it's (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, on, it's on, it's on!!)

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

Chorus (+ shouting over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and
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! all in, your mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..