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

You should smokes 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 Brown and

Yeah, we got something in
They could search a nigga, but never finding my bomb
And I got the stash, my cash
Got lot of motherfuckas police shots

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't even
I'm that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma 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, tell 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 some in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and time is
She don't wanna 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 like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies get none
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 come and with me
You should smokes me

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

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

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

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

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 ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

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

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you 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 chronic's
(It my mind)

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

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