Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
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
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together Bobby Brown and Whitney

Yeah, we got in common
They search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb
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 reincarnated, pupils dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You how I made it, huh?

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

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm buzzing high, sliding,
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, they frontin' and fakin' and time is
She don't wanna give ya number now she howlin' at

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 that
past it to ya homie like playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

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

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

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

My status has been the baddest ever since I
I'm that nigga that brought the info
On the Chucks, French braids and
Big Dogg with the fog on the window

ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the bang spinach
Drag it, blunt 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 look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm bounce wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

Do you smoke 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 blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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