Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

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

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

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool
Notions of a cool, it's the s,
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, 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 like orange or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (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 cheap trick, like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up behind
It's up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a 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 in the dome
a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

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