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

You should smokes me

The blowing
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
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Yeah, we got something in
could search a nigga, but they never finding 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, rated many
You how I made it, huh?

You hate it, huh, but you know I 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 smoke that blunt

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you 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 don't wanna ya number now she howlin' at Jason

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

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

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

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

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

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

My status has been the baddest ever I intro'd
I'm that that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, braids and endo
Big Snoop with the fog on the window

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

Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the
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 blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
(It my mind)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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