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

You should smokes me

The chronic's
The chronic's
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
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and

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

I'm not The One, you could call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, 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 that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life and never putting my gun up
my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

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

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

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and time is
She wanna give ya number now she howlin' at Jason

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

And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a little
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 smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and with me
You smokes with me

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

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang the nigga 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 look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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