Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

The chronic's
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 like Bobby 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 motherfuckas police shots

I'm not The One, nigga you could me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You how I made it, huh?

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't trippin'
I'm that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma smoke 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 high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel you crippin'

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, frontin' and fakin' and time 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)
Light that shit, hit bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a snizzle
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

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

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

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

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

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

Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt it or zig zag it
really matter even if it's in the package

Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the
I'm for the firefied G-5
Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole
(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 and fuck with me
You should smokes me

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

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

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

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

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

That's shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)