Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should smokes me

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

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

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

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I even trippin'
I'm splitting Swisha 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 chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

It's all to the good, the is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya now she howlin' at Jason

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

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

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
come and fuck with me
You should with 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 ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought y'all the
On the Chucks, braids and endo
Big Snoop with the fog on the window

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

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

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
(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?)
and keep me company
Baby come and fuck me
You should with me

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

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

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

Dranking our
Ya dig, what I'm
We gon' never sing
We gon' flow
'Cause we always hit the right
(It my mind)

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