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 motherfucker on?

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

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

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

Caddy like our own
A sack of and a bong 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
twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a
I'm staring at my on the corner
It's fucked up my mind's playing tricks on her
My mind's tricks on her

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

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

Reach my seat
[Incomprehensible]
no use to me to lie
They would scare us a motherfucker

Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five
And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs like I figured
Cannabis cup, Blend is the winner
And what I saw, make head start wrigglin'
rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens

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

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

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

The punk claimed that he knew Richter
about his X girl that he dicked 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 daddy plant seeds in my
Plan on down for life

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt just like a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't 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 tricks on me
My mind's playing on me

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