Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

At night I can't sleep, I toss and
Chronic sticks in the
Visions of bongs being
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A paranoid with my finger on my poker

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

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

[Incomprehensible] like our own
A sack of fruit and a like my own
Some might say, 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
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a
I'm staring at my girl on the
fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her
My playing tricks on her

I got a big Afro, I old cars
Ain't roll 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 dude to steal all my crops?
Or could it be the one that sold the rocks?
Or is it that one he had the power
Tryin' to grow herb but it was pure and flower?

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

Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five
And that shit 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 stoney senior citizens

I live by the bud, I take my clones I go
I'm paranoid
I looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My playing tricks on me
My is playing 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 deep in the motherfuckin'
Cold hearted no room for forgiveness
I got birth three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me in OC

The punk claimed that he Johnny Richter
Something about his X girl that he her
I got sounds in my ride
Way too many that have died

I got a baby girl to after
I play the like a motherfuckin' actor
Big daddy seeds in my wife
on being down 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, and pack up my zong
My motherfucking sacks' lonely
My mind's tricks on me

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

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

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

The G13 the zong was delivered
But battle just called for something bigger
A about six or seven feet
A specialty piece, I in my sleep

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

Then I felt just 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 zong on the

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