Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Mind

[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: erick

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

[erick
it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, the funk track
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black human
I think it's about time for to see him

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I know
They yell hoe, assumin the of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the in my chest

[erick
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr.
Freakin wicked so it sticks in your
On the chrome so I take it home
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic
Don't forget, I snap necks and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, crowd around the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like orange or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A bloodspill so I have to and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (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 like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up behind
crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes equal the figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold
Yeah pockets to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

Chorus (+ shouting over)

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