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

You should smokes me

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

Blowing chronic to me, like 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 it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney

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

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

You it, huh, but you know 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 smoke blunt

The blowing
The blowing
The chronic's
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 buzzing high, sliding,
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like you crippin'

all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna ya number 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 that
past it to ya homie 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, pass my nigga, one

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

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

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

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

My status has been the ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga 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 with the nigga with the 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 when ya boy hit the
I'm look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

The blowing
The blowing
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 smokes with me

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby 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 chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
(It my mind)

The chronic's
The blowing
The blowing
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 my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)