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

You should with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, like 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 together like Bobby and Whitney

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

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't trippin'
I'm splitting 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 blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
(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,
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you 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 frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
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 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 snizzle
ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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