Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

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

People puffin' stress ain't living
But I ain't out without my pipe
See, every time I pull a load, I start
starts coming 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 he's deep
When I toke, I see the motherfuckers

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

I popped in the rip of my
Every seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm at my girl 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
nobody roll like me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something right
coming in and they taking all my grow lights

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

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

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

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

Day by day, it's more impossible to
Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of
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 [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me in OC

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

Got the baddest bitch in the city
With two fat big brown, big ass
And they're the I be suckin' on
D-Loc, come and up my zong
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 high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my playing tricks on me

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

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

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

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

Then I felt just 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 on the concrete

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

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