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 this on?

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

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

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

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

I in the rip of my indo
Every seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the
It's fucked up when my playing tricks on her
My mind's 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 late at night ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they all my grow lights

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

Reach my seat
[Incomprehensible]
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 just like I figured
cup, Kings Blend is the winner
And what I saw, make your start wrigglin'
Three rip cripplin' stoney senior

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This year 420 on a weekend
Kottonmouth is trick or treating
Robbin' little for sacks
got behind our ass

Broke the fuck out and said
Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my
We were in for a no doubt
Reached in my pocket, you know what I out

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

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

Then I just like a fiend
The was brown, man, it wasn't even green
I was as fuck 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 feeling high, my sacks getting
Goddamn, homie, my mind's tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks lonely
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me