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

You smokes with me

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

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

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

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

You hate it, huh, but you know I even trippin'
I'm splitting that Swisha up, plotting on the up
I'm living my and never putting my gun up
my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
(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'
listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin'

It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, frontin' and fakin' and time is wastin'
She don't wanna 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 that shit, hit 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 get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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