Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I 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 hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, even the best'll have to
Go out the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr.
Freakin so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I it home
neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I 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 up people's heads 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 roots and uh, my is soup, and uh
I flow like juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, on!!)

The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A trick, just like ? like ?
I it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah pockets to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the 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 (+ soup over)

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