Luyện nghe bài hát Zig Zag

You smokes with me

The blowing
The chronic's
The chronic's
The chronic's blowing (It my mind)

[Verse 1 - Snoop
Blowing to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit and listen to me
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got in common
could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my got
Lot of pulling, police shots
I'm not The One nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You suprised how I made it,
You hate it, huh, but you know, I even trippin
I'm spliting that Swisha up, on the come up
I'm living my life, and putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke blunt

[Verse 2 - Snoop
The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how it was
I'm - buzzing high, sliding,
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you like you crippin
all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is
She wanna give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don't get mad, roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga) light shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the can't get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

x2]
Do you smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and with me
You should smokes me

[Verse 3 - Dogg]
the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those mind apparatus
My status has been the ever since I intro'd
I'm that that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and
Big Snoop Dogg the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang with the nigga with the bang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or it
Don't really matter even if in the package
Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the
I'm look for the firefied
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

x2]

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck we (Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell that shit right here)
And BBC -

[Chorus x2] + ad-libs*}

[Outro - Dogg]
Dranking our
Ya dig I'm sayin?
We ain't never sing
We still flow
Cause we always hit the note
(It my mind)
That's real shit, you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)..