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 in the door
of bongs being burned
D-Loc, call me a stoner
A smoker with my finger on my poker

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

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

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

I popped in the rip of my
Every twenty seconds I be another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my for a branch
I'm staring at my on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's tricks on her
My mind's playing on her

I got a big Afro, I drive old
nobody roll like me, it's like I'm a movie star
But at night something ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow

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

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

Transplant complete and I told all sixty-five days
And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs just like I
Cannabis cup, Kings is the winner
And I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
Three rip cripplin' stoney citizens

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

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

Knee in the motherfuckin' business
Cold hearted with no for forgiveness
I got birth about three and a [Incomprehensible]
215 me down in OC

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

I got a baby girl to 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 they're the types I be on
D-Loc, come and pack up my
My motherfucking getting lonely
My mind's playing on me

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

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

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

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

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

Then I felt like a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't green
I was as fuck 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 high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting
Goddamn, homie, my mind's tricks on me