Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should smokes me

The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
The blowing
(It my mind)

Blowing to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney

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

I'm not The One, nigga you call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You surprised how I it, huh?

You hate it, huh, but you know I even trippin'
I'm that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life and never putting my gun up
Drinking my drink, and I'ma that blunt

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

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

It's all to the good, the is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin' and fakin' and is wastin'
She don't wanna give ya number now she 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 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
ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
and keep me company
Baby and fuck with me
You smokes with me

the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to inside with mind apparatus

My status has been the ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought the info
On the Chucks, French braids and
Big Snoop with the fog on the window

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blowing
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' never
We gon' still
'Cause we hit the right note
(It my mind)

real shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)