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
Chronic in the door
Visions of bongs burned
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my

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

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

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

I popped in the rip of my
Every twenty seconds I be another bowl
joints for traps, checkin' 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 drive old
Ain't nobody roll like me, like I'm a movie star
But late at night something right
Somebody's in and they taking 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 that one he had the power
Tryin' to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and

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

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

I live by the bud, I take my 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 impossible to cope
Daddy-X off pounds of dope
keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to door

Knee in the motherfuckin' business
hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got birth about and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me in OC

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

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

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

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

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

Broke the fuck out and said
Skate to my house 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 was delivered
But this just called for something bigger
A bong six or seven feet
A specialty piece, I envisioned in my

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

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

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

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