Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

People puffin' stress ain't right
But I ain't out without my pipe
See, time I pull a load, I start sweatin'
Smoke starts 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 deep undercover
I toke, I won't see the motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

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

Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five
And that will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings is the winner
And what I saw, make your head 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 mind is tricks on me

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

Knee in the motherfuckin' business
Cold hearted no room for forgiveness
I got birth about three and a half
215 me down in OC

The claimed that he knew Johnny Richter
about his X girl that he dicked her
I got phat in my ride
Way too many friends that died

I got a girl to look after
I play the role a motherfuckin' actor
Big plant seeds in my wife
on being down for life

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

This year 420 on a weekend
Kottonmouth is trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for
[Incomprehensible] got our ass

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

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

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

Then I felt just a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't 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 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 getting
Goddamn, homie, my mind's tricks on me