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 this on?

At night I sleep, I toss and turn
Chronic in the door
Visions of bongs burned
D-Loc, just call me a
A paranoid smoker my finger on my poker

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

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

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

I in the rip of my indo
Every twenty seconds I be another bowl
joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's playing 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 night something ain't
coming in and they taking all my grow lights

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

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

Transplant complete and I them all sixty-five days
And that shit will be with, ounce nugs just like I figured
cup, Kings Blend is the winner
And I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
Three rip 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 is playing tricks on me

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

Knee in the motherfuckin' business
Cold with no room for forgiveness
I got birth about three and a half
215 fuckin' me in OC

The punk claimed that he Johnny Richter
about his X girl that he dicked her
I got phat in my ride
Way too many friends that died

I got a girl to look after
I play the role like a motherfuckin'
Big daddy seeds in my wife
Plan on being down for

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' lonely
My mind's playing on me

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

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

Broke the out and said 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 battle just called for something bigger
A bong about six or seven
A specialty piece, I envisioned in my

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

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

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

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