Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

People puffin' stress ain't living
But I ain't going out without my
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
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 bong my own
Some say, take a chill, D
But that shit, there's a pig trying to diss me

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

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

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

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

Transplant complete and I told them all days
And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs just like I
Cannabis cup, Kings Blend is the
And I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
Three rip stoney senior citizens

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

Day by day, it's more impossible to
Daddy-X smokin' off of dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm
Slanging buds, got a door to door

deep in the motherfuckin' business
Cold hearted with no room for
I got birth three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 me down in OC

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

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

Got the bitch in the whole city
two fat big brown, big ass titties
And the types I be suckin' on
D-Loc, come and pack up my
My motherfucking sacks' getting
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 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 sucker sittin' down by my gate
We were in for a session no
Reached in my pocket, you know I pulled out

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

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

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

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

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