Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, 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 together like Bobby and Whitney

Yeah, we got in common
They could search a nigga, but they never my bomb
And I got the stash, my cash
Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police

I'm not The One, nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You surprised how I made it,

You it, huh, but you know I ain't even trippin'
I'm splitting Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and smoke that blunt

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how it was
I'm buzzing high, sliding,
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like you crippin'

all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to
But, they and fakin' and time is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she howlin' at

Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit that
Then past it to ya homie like playa,
(Blaze bitch)

And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a snizzle
'Cause no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby come and fuck me
You smokes with me

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby come and fuck me
You should with me

It's the diabolical, chronical,
Psychological, a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside mind apparatus

My status has been the baddest since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that y'all the info
On the Chucks, French and endo
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the

Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, wrap it or zig zag it
Don't really matter even if in the package

Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

Do you wanna wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby come and fuck me
You smokes with me

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

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could with we
(Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell, this that shit here)
And BBC,

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

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

Dranking our
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't gon' sing
We gon' still
'Cause we always hit the note
(It my mind)

That's real shit, you my loc'
And that's for life my
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)