Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

Hey, hit this
God, hit that shit, hit that
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 being
D-Loc, just call me a
A paranoid 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'
Smoke coming out my nose

somebody slaggin' some sacks
But I don't 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 might say, a chill, D
But fuck that shit, a pig trying to diss me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got a baby to look after
I play the role like a 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 motherfucking sacks' getting
My playing tricks on me

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

This year 420 fell on a
Kings is trick or treating
Robbin' kids for sacks
[Incomprehensible] got our ass

Broke the out and said late
Skate to my sucker sittin' down by my gate
We in for a session no doubt
Reached in my pocket, you know I pulled out

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

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

Then I felt like a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it even green
I was high as in the street
And to top it all off I broke my zong on the

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

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