Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
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
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Brown and Whitney

Yeah, we got something in
They could search a nigga, but they never finding my
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 reincarnated, pupils dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You how I made it, huh?

You hate it, huh, but you I ain't even trippin'
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 smoke blunt

The blowing
The chronic's
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'

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 and time is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, just 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 playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

And when you get dizzone, 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 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 should smokes me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and with me
You should with 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 inside with mind apparatus

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

ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga the gang bang spinach
Drag it, 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 for the firefied G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, that VA discount
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

Do you wanna 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
come and fuck with me
You smokes with me

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

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

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

our drank
Ya dig, I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' sing
We still flow
'Cause we always hit the note
(It my mind)

That's real shit, Pharrell you my
And that's for my nigga
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Star
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)