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)

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

Sometimes I get blindsided the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the 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 weeds in my

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

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note like
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like orange 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 bloodspill so I to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
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 in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes equal the figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold
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
a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome

Chorus (+ shouting over)

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