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, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It must be soup, a human bein
I think it's about for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get with 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, even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
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, respect, the mic check
forget, I still snap necks and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, crowd around the speaker
To me freak the, note 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, 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
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 is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine nine triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
Yeah next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the roots and who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

Like that, but it's all
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
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..