Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

At night I can't sleep, I toss and
sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my on my poker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

complete and I told them all sixty-five days
And shit will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured
cup, Kings Blend is the winner
And what I saw, make your start wrigglin'
Three rip cripplin' stoney citizens

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

Day by day, more impossible 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 deep in the business
Cold with no room for forgiveness
I got about three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me in OC

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

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

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

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

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

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

The G13 the zong was delivered
But this battle called for something bigger
A bong about six or feet
A specialty piece, I in my sleep

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

Then I felt just 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 zong on the

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

I'm high, my sacks 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