Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

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

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
When I toke, I won't see the

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

I popped in the rip of my
Every twenty I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, my herbs for a branch
I'm at my girl 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 roll like me, it's like I'm a movie
But late at something ain't right
Somebody's in and they taking all my grow lights

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

under 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 will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings Blend is the
And what I saw, make your head wrigglin'
Three rip cripplin' stoney citizens

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

Day by day, more impossible to cope
Daddy-X smokin' off of dope
Can't keep a steady hand I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to service

Knee deep in the motherfuckin'
Cold 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 in my ride
Way too friends that have died

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

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

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

This 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth Kings is or treating
little kids for sacks
[Incomprehensible] got our ass

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

The G13 then the was delivered
But this battle just called for something
A about six or seven feet
A specialty piece, I envisioned in my

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

Then I felt just a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't green
I was high as fuck in the
And to top it all off I my zong on the concrete

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