Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

People puffin' stress living right
But I going out without my pipe
See, every time I pull a load, I sweatin'
Smoke coming out my nose

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

[Incomprehensible] like our own
A of fruit and a bong like my own
might say, take a chill, D
But fuck that shit, a pig trying to diss me

I popped in the rip of my
Every seconds I be smoking another bowl
joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the
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, like I'm a movie star
But late at night ain't right
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 that sold the rocks?
Or is it that one claimin' he had the
to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and flower?

Reach under my
[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 done with, ounce nugs just I figured
Cannabis cup, Kings Blend is the
And what I saw, make your start wrigglin'
Three rip stoney senior citizens

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

Day by day, it's more impossible to
Daddy-X off pounds of dope
keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to service

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I felt just like a
The was brown, man, it wasn't even green
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 mind's playing on me
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 getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me