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

You should with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's a tradition 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 like Bobby Brown and Whitney

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

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

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 putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma that blunt

The blowing
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 fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she at Jason

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

And you get dizzone, crack 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 blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

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

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

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

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

ya name 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 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, gimme that VA
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 wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby and fuck with me
You smokes with me

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

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

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

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

Dranking our
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't gon' never
We still flow
'Cause we always hit the right
(It my mind)

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