Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should smokes me

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

chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Brown and Whitney

Yeah, we got in common
They could search a nigga, but they finding my bomb
And I got the stash, spot my
Got lot of motherfuckas police shots

I'm not The One, you could call me The Two
Bob reincarnated, pupils dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, many times
You surprised how I it, huh?

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

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, will you how chronic it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you like you crippin'

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

Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya 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 chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
(It my mind)

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

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

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

My status has been the baddest since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought y'all the
On the Chucks, braids and endo
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 spinach
Drag it, blunt it or zig zag it
really matter even 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 blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby 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 chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We gon' never sing
We gon' still
'Cause we hit the right note
(It my mind)

That's real shit, you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Star
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Style Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)