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

You should with me

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

chronic 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, my cash
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling shots

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

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

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

The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will 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 dash is
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya to fuck
But, they frontin' and and time is wastin'
She wanna give ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, just to the pad
And a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit bitch
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 chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 me company
Baby and fuck with me
You should with me

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

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

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

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

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