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

You smokes with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's 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 and Whitney

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 police shots

I'm not The One, you could call 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 trippin'
I'm that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma smoke blunt

The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(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 and now you feel like 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 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 and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit 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 can't get
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

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

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

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

My status has been the baddest ever since I
I'm that nigga brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, braids and endo
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
Drag it, blunt it or zig zag it
Don't really matter even if it's in the

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 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 with me
You should smokes me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby and fuck with me
You smokes with 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 shit here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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