Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

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

Blowing 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 Brown and Whitney

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

I'm not The One, nigga you 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 ain't trippin'
I'm splitting Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my 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 greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like you crippin'

all to the good, the dash is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and 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 like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, wrap it or zig zag it
Don't really matter even if 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 chronic's
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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

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

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