Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] Caddy 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 in the rip of my indo
twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the
It's fucked up when my mind's playing on her
My playing 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 night something ain't
Somebody's coming in and taking all my grow lights

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

Reach under my
Grabbed
no use to me to lie
They scare us than 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 Blend is the
And I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens

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

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

Knee deep in the business
Cold hearted with no for forgiveness
I got about three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 me down 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 look
I play the role a motherfuckin' actor
Big daddy plant in my wife
Plan on down for life

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

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

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

The G13 then the zong was
But this just called for something bigger
A bong about six or seven
A specialty piece, I in my sleep

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

Then I just like a fiend
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 zong on the

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

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