Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should smokes me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's like a to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together Bobby Brown and Whitney

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

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

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 and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma that blunt

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

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel you crippin'

all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she howlin' at

Now don't get mad, roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga)
that shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

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

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
Baby come and with me
You should smokes me

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

the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, a G
Pre-medical, slow those, ready 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 with the fog on the window

Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang bang
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
Pharrell, gimme 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 should with me

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby and fuck with 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, that shit right here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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