Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes 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
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby and Whitney

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I even 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 I'ma smoke blunt

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
(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'
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 to fuck
But, frontin' and fakin' and time is wastin'
She don't wanna ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, just 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 playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga 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 ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, that VA discount
I'm tryna wit the whole 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 smokes with me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and with 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 chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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