Luyện nghe bài hát All In My Mind

First (Thorough)

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

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

(Eightball)
I see one, two, Niggaz live,
3 seconds before I blast with my 4-5,
6 shots, 7 cops, just to 8ball,
9 witnesses all the shit the recalled,
everlasting, blasting, niggaz running when,
gott'em ducking ,
putting sucka's in the tense,
i be the of the gat therefore it shall not run,
a psychic see such a feature for my momma's son,
(Nigga) taker, the overweight trouble maker,
fake breaker, Tennessee earthquaker,
shaking grounds when i'm walking fat onion,
i get lit, and beat the out of Paul Bunyon,
fightin, Clash of the Titans on dial,
i'm blitzed stickin on my tootsie doggystyle,
word G, you me,
the bitch served,
now i'm soccer, gotta kick'em to da curb G,
but she's not with it, put a on the fat mack,
i stikin hoe's but I cant help but to go back,
i sound a fiend, everytime is the last time,
this be reality or all in my mind?......

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

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

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