Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

At night I can't sleep, I and turn
Chronic sticks in the
Visions of bongs burned
D-Loc, just call me a
A smoker with my finger on my poker

People puffin' stress living right
But I ain't going out without my
See, time I pull a load, I start sweatin'
Smoke starts coming out my

There's slaggin' 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

[Incomprehensible] like our own
A sack of fruit and a like my own
Some might say, a chill, D
But fuck shit, there's a pig trying to diss me

I popped in the rip of my
Every twenty 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 mind's tricks on her
My mind's tricks on her

I got a big Afro, I drive old
Ain't roll like me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they taking all my lights

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

under my seat
Grabbed
no use to me to lie
They would us than a motherfucker

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

I live by the bud, I take my clones I go
I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder, around corners
My mind's tricks on me
My is playing tricks on me

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

Knee deep in the business
Cold hearted with no for forgiveness
I got birth about and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 me down in OC

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

I got a baby girl to look
I play the role like a actor
Big daddy plant in my wife
Plan on being for life

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

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

This year 420 fell on a
Kottonmouth Kings is trick or
Robbin' kids for sacks
got behind our ass

Broke the out and said late
to my house sucker sittin' 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 battle just called for something bigger
A bong about six or seven
A piece, I envisioned in my sleep

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

Then I felt just a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't green
I was high as in the street
And to top it all off I broke my zong on the

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 lonely
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me