Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

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

chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all 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 pulling police shots

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

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

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

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, tell you how chronic it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
listening 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 ready to
But, they frontin' and and time is wastin'
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 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, my nigga, one lizza

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

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

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

the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside with mind

My status has been the baddest since I intro'd
I'm nigga that 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 hang 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 blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The chronic's
(It my mind)

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

Do you wanna 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 could fuck we
(Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell, this that shit here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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