Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

They me to come clever, whatever,
it dont make, on you,
so I be who I be, and do what I do,
I'm one of the few, the proud and the
in this business I be the swiftest when I this,
as if you didnt know it's Thorough that Suave Camp,
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked a mail stamp,
amps and beats, is what I come with,
gangsta's and and balla's is who I fuck with...

(Mr. Mike)
FUCK nobody safe when I see in tha mirror,
wicked as fuck feeling a Murder & Killa,
witness i'm on the like Johnny Cochran,
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before glock hit the proper spot,
blocks on phones, they wont leave they homes, through cracks
cause blacks be back with all that past crap,
strap on bullit proof vest and combat boots
NIGGA NIGGA DAY!! ,
and this we go come on you,
baby blue disguise wise,
me loose my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im,
aimless spraying not with their vertabrates,
these the Dayz,
so many niggaz must wicked,
we heard of wayz........

(Eightball)
I see one, two, actin live,
3 seconds past I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 witnesses reported all the the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz fast when,
buckin ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the holder of the gat it shall not run,
a psychic see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) Breath taker, the trouble maker,
fake trick breaker, earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and the shit out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm gettin blitzed on my tootsie doggystyle,
G, you heard me,
the wicked served,
now i'm playing soccer, gotta kick'em to da G,
but she's not with it, put a on the fat mack,
i hate stikin hoe's but I cant but to go back,
i sound like a fiend, everytime is the time,
could this be or all in my mind?......

(Mr. Mike)
Spill 9's like fluid, do it some G's
they know me from streets to Portugeese,
(nigga how u figga)
i got mo scratch flea's,
i got mo than these,
powered sour nigga's,
steady slangin to fiend's,
at ease, take a look at black G's
the president, takin over residents like black kings,
stack G's phat key's,
ease on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
i had a cracker on my and my finger still itchin,
visions of killing and then the start spittin, hittin,
the prez, plottin on the devil,
a rebel and a mason is what snakes facing,
chasing traders with my data I hata should be corpe,
and peep game when being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists,
seeing taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit,
the gift and got fam like Gotti,
hittin her hobbies,
everybody,
let my head the bed and I check the time,
it's all a dream, I seen in my mind.....

(MJG)
280 pounds of hay, every damn day I test a,
25 on my dressa' , yes ah,
breakfast served by a hoe that look like Genie,
she press my every wish and a tight ass bikini tini,
tiny as a Barbie summer set,
she all up in my house and I still hit that pussy yet,
I gives to my butler, cause he know,
I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya,
now as I through the calendar I spots the winter,
if it aint 3 mo freaky hoes wanna dinner,
but I cant do it my schedule just to tight,
i phoned, Quincy Jones said he needs my help tonight,
he wanted me to pick the strong the wimps,
them playa's with the limps to a song called We Are The Pimps,
i Ball, Ball calls the crew,
we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris 2,
do , u the code to the fence, if u dont,
then move on cause u aint got no home in residence,
it's that i'm daydreaming high,
all the ever last line ALL IN MY MIND....