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

You smokes with me

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

Blowing to me, it's like 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 Brown and

Yeah, we got something in
They could search a nigga, but they finding my bomb
And I got the stash, spot my
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police

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

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

The blowing
The chronic's
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 buzzing high, sliding,
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like 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 give ya number now she howlin' at

Now don't get mad, roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit that
Then past it to ya homie like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

The blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
(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 smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and fuck me
You should with 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 those inside with apparatus

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

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

Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the G-5
Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and fuck 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, that shit right here)
And BBC,

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

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

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't gon' sing
We gon' still
'Cause we always hit the note
(It my mind)

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