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 this on?

At night I sleep, I toss and turn
Chronic sticks in the
Visions of being burned
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A paranoid with my finger on my poker

People puffin' ain't living right
But I ain't out without my pipe
See, every time I pull a load, I sweatin'
starts coming out my nose

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

[Incomprehensible] Caddy our own
A sack of and a bong like my own
Some might say, a chill, D
But fuck that shit, a pig trying to diss me

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

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

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

Reach my seat
Grabbed
no use to me to lie
They would scare us a motherfucker

Transplant complete and I told all sixty-five days
And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs just I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings Blend is the
And what I saw, make your head start
Three rip cripplin' stoney senior

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

Day by day, it's more to cope
Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of
Can't a steady hand because I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a to door service

Knee in the motherfuckin' business
Cold hearted no room for forgiveness
I got about three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 me down in OC

The punk claimed he knew Johnny Richter
Something about his X girl that he her
I got phat sounds in my
Way too many friends have died

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

Got the baddest bitch in the city
two fat big brown, big ass titties
And the types I be suckin' on
D-Loc, come and pack up my
My motherfucking getting lonely
My mind's playing on me

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

This year 420 fell on a
Kottonmouth is trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for
[Incomprehensible] got our ass

the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sucker down by my gate
We were in for a no doubt
Reached in my pocket, you what I pulled out

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

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

Then I felt just a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it even green
I was high as in the street
And to top it all off I my zong on the concrete

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

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