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
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
From the boondocks, when I 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 blindsided the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the have to
Go out the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

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

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz around the speaker
To hear me the, note like tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
the, jams 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
and get my automatic, the rusty 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, because onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, on!!)

The industry is a trick, and is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? ?
I it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

Like that, but all words
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
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..