Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me

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

At night I can't sleep, I toss and
Chronic sticks in the
of bongs being burned
D-Loc, just call me a
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my

People puffin' stress ain't right
But I ain't going out without my
See, time I pull a load, I start sweatin'
Smoke starts coming out my

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

Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong my own
Some say, take a chill, D
But fuck that shit, a pig trying to diss me

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

Is it that dude tryin' to all my crops?
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 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 is the winner
And what I saw, make your head start
Three rip cripplin' stoney citizens

I live by the bud, I take my everywhere I go
Because I'm
I keep looking 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
smokin' off pounds of dope
Can't keep a steady because I'm nervous
buds, got a door to door service

Knee 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 that have died

I got a baby girl to after
I play the role like a actor
Big daddy plant seeds in my
Plan on down for life

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

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

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

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

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

Then I just like a fiend
The shit was brown, man, it wasn't green
I was high as fuck in the
And to top it all off I broke my on the concrete

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