Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the track
the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black human
I it's 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
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll to
Go out the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

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

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

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, on, it's on, it's 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, before I get up behind
It's crushin up the rush of the in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine
the cold cash, I hold 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 bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

Chorus (+ 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, a rhyme this way
Yeah! all in, your mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..