Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind (Snoop Dogg)

You should smokes me

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

Blowing chronic to me, 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 together like Bobby Brown and

Yeah, we got something in
They could search a nigga, but they finding my bomb
And I got the stash, spot my
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't even
I'm splitting that Swisha up, on the come up
I'm living my life and putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma smoke blunt

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

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will 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 hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, frontin' and fakin' and time is wastin'
She wanna give ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga)
Light shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

The blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The chronic's
(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 keep me
come and fuck with me
You should smokes me

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang spinach
Drag it, wrap it or zig zag it
Don't really matter 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, that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
(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 smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
come and fuck with 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, this that right here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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