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

People puffin' ain't living right
But I ain't out without my pipe
See, every time I a load, I start sweatin'
Smoke starts out my nose

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

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

I popped in the rip of my
Every seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my on the corner
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 like me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at something ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they taking all my lights

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

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

Transplant complete and I told them all days
And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs like I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings is the winner
And I saw, make your head 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 mind's tricks on me
My mind is tricks on me

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

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

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

I got a baby to look after
I the role like a motherfuckin' actor
Big daddy plant seeds in my
Plan on being for life

Got the bitch in the whole city
With two fat big brown, big ass
And they're the types I be on
D-Loc, come and pack up my
My motherfucking sacks' getting
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 playing tricks on me

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

Broke the fuck out and late
Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my
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 just for something bigger
A bong about six or feet
A piece, I envisioned in my sleep

Pulled out the beam 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 just like a
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 on the concrete

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

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