Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
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
Don't go 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, nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You surprised how I it, huh?

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 never my gun up
Drinking my drink, and smoke that blunt

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

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

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

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

And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

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

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

the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, a G
Pre-medical, steady those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those with mind apparatus

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

ya name 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 really matter even if it's in the

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

The blowing
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 with me
You smokes with me

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
come and fuck with me
You should with me

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

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

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

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

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