Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

The blowing
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 and listen to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I even trippin'
I'm splitting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my life and putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and smoke that blunt

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, will 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 is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and time is
She wanna give 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 shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya like playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We gon' never sing
We gon' flow
'Cause we always hit the right
(It my mind)

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