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)

Blowing chronic to me, it's 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 Brown and Whitney

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

I'm not The One, you could call me The Two
Bob reincarnated, pupils dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You how I made 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
Drinking my drink, and I'ma that blunt

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
(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,
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you

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 time is
She don't wanna give ya now she howlin' at Jason

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, wrap it or zig zag it
Don't really matter 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 that VA
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

Do you wanna 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 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 right here)
And BBC,

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

The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
(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 real shit, you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)