Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

Hey, hit this
God, hit shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20, y'all, we got
Is motherfucker on?

At I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Chronic sticks in the
of bongs being burned
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker my finger on my poker

puffin' stress ain't living right
But I ain't going out my pipe
See, every time I pull a load, I start
starts coming out my nose

There's somebody some sacks
But I don't who it is so I'm watching my back
a cop and he's deep undercover
When I toke, I won't see the

Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong my own
might say, take a chill, D
But fuck that shit, there's a pig to diss me

I popped in the rip of my
twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my on the corner
fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her
My playing tricks on her

I got a big Afro, I old cars
Ain't nobody roll me, it's like I'm a movie star
But at night something ain't right
Somebody's coming in and taking all my grow lights

Is it that dude tryin' to all my crops?
Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic
Or is it one claimin' he had the power
Tryin' to herb but it was h'emp pure and flower?

Reach under my
[Incomprehensible]
no use to me to lie
They would scare us a motherfucker

Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five
And that will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings is the winner
And I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens

I by the bud, I take my clones everywhere I go
Because I'm
I keep over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My playing tricks on me
My is playing tricks on me

Day by day, more impossible to cope
smokin' off pounds of dope
Can't keep a hand because I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to door

Knee deep in the business
hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got birth three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me in OC

The punk claimed that he knew Johnny
Something about his X that he dicked her
I got sounds in my ride
Way too many friends that have

I got a baby to look after
I play the role a motherfuckin' actor
Big daddy plant seeds in my
Plan on being down for

Got the baddest in the whole city
With two fat big brown, big ass
And they're the types I be on
D-Loc, and pack up my zong
My motherfucking sacks' lonely
My mind's tricks on me

I'm feeling high, my sacks lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting
Goddamn, homie, my mind's tricks on me

year 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth is trick or treating
little kids for sacks
[Incomprehensible] got our ass

the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sittin' down by my gate
We were in for a session no
in my pocket, you know what I pulled out

The G13 then the zong was
But this battle just called for something
A bong about six or seven
A specialty piece, I envisioned in my

out the triple beam on 'em
Dropping them G's on 'em
The more I ,the more high I grew
he disappeared and my boys disappeared too

Then I just like a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't even
I was high as fuck in the
And to top it all off I broke my on the concrete

Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing on me
My playing tricks on me
My mind's playing on me

I'm feeling high, my sacks getting
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing on me