Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should smokes me

The chronic's
The chronic's
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 it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney

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

I'm not The One, nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, many times
You surprised how I made it,

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't even
I'm splitting that Swisha up, on the come up
I'm living my life and putting my gun up
my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

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

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will 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 hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and time is
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 shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya like playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a snizzle
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies 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?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and with me
You smokes with me

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

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

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

ya name in it, put ya face in it
And with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt it or zig zag it
Don't really 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 tryna wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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