Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

The blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

Blowing chronic to me, it's like a to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together Bobby Brown and Whitney

Yeah, we got in common
They could search a nigga, but never finding my bomb
And I got the stash, my cash
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police

I'm not The One, nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, many times
You surprised how I made it,

You it, huh, but you know I ain't even trippin'
I'm splitting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life and never putting my gun up
my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, tell you how chronic it was
I'm buzzing high, sliding,
listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin'

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She wanna give ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and fuck me
You should with me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby come and with me
You should smokes me

It's the diabolical, chronical,
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside with apparatus

My status has been the baddest ever I intro'd
I'm that nigga that y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids and
Big Snoop Dogg the fog on the window

Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang bang
it, blunt wrap it or zig zag it
Don't matter even if it's in the package

Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and with me
You should smokes me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and with me
You smokes with me

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck we
(Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell, that shit right here)
And BBC,

The chronic's
The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
(It my mind)

our drank
Ya dig, I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' sing
We still flow
'Cause we hit the right note
(It my mind)

That's shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)