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

You smokes with me

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
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
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby 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 motherfuckas pulling police

I'm not The One, you could call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You surprised how I it, huh?

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't even
I'm splitting that Swisha up, plotting on the up
I'm my life and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma smoke that

The chronic's
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'
listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin'

It's all to the good, the is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to
But, they and fakin' and time is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll 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 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 blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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

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

ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang bang
it, blunt 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 look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole
(Smoke me out)

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

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
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 should smokes me

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

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

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

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

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