Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

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

chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit and listen to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Brown and Whitney

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

I'm not The One, you could call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You surprised how I made it,

You hate it, huh, but you know I even trippin'
I'm splitting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and smoke that blunt

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

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

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya to fuck
But, they frontin' and and time is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she at Jason

Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light shit, hit that bitch
Then it to ya homie 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 can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

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

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

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
it, blunt wrap it or zig zag it
Don't really even if it's in the package

Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby and fuck with 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, this that shit here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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