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
it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the
Who who? I hear someone at my door
It be soup, a black human bein
I think 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 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 magnificents
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in your
On the chrome so I take it home
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic
Don't forget, I snap necks and come correct
I leave the burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon

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

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear static
Stop and get my automatic, the one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, 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 behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine
rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

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 rhyme way
Yeah! all in, your mind
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..