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

You should smokes me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's like a 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 in common
They could a nigga, but they never finding my bomb
And I got the stash, my cash
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police

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

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

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

The the tree, the better the bud
The of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like you crippin'

all to the good, the dash is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya now she howlin' at Jason

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

The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
(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 keep me
Baby come and fuck me
You should with me

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

My status has been the baddest since I intro'd
I'm that that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, braids and endo
Big Dogg with 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 even if in the package

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

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

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

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

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think you could fuck 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 blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
(It my mind)

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

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