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

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

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

You hate it, huh, but you I ain't even trippin'
I'm that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my life and never my gun up
my drink, and I'ma 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 strength of the branch, tell you how chronic it was
I'm buzzing high, sliding,
listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin'

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and and time is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she howlin' at

Now don't get mad, just to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga)
Light shit, hit that bitch
past it to ya homie like 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 get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

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 fuck me
You smokes with me

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

It's the diabolical, chronical,
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck 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 Snoop Dogg the fog on the window

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 for the firefied G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

Do you smoke 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 fuck we
(Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell, this that right here)
And BBC,

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

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

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

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