Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: erick

all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(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 rocks my out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It be soup, a black human bein
I think it's about time for to see him

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll 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, the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I take it
Don't neglect, respect, the mic check
forget, I still snap necks and come correct
I leave the burnin (burnin)
Green bandit, my ? full name 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 the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the
With the roots and uh, my is soup, and uh
I flow like juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
breaker, shh, I hear some static
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 have to and get
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's (it's on, it's 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, like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes the nine figures
the cold cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the with his own
God the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I the pros
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
and the p, e, r-i-c-k
Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme way
Yeah! it's all in, your
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..