Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't trippin'
I'm splitting that Swisha up, on the come up
I'm living my life and putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and smoke that blunt

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

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

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and and time is wastin'
She don't give ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit that
Then it to ya homie like playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

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

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

the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside mind apparatus

My status has been the ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, braids and endo
Big Snoop with the fog on the window

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't never sing
We still flow
'Cause we hit the right note
(It my mind)

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