Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You smokes with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby and Whitney

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

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

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

The chronic's
The chronic's
The blowing
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 high, sliding, slippin'
Gotcha listening to and now you feel 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 and fakin' and time is wastin'
She don't wanna ya number now she howlin' at Jason

Now don't get mad, just to the pad
And keep a G on the and roll another dub bag
(My nigga)
Light that shit, hit bitch
Then past it to ya like playa, pimp
(Blaze bitch)

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
come and fuck with me
You should with me

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

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

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

Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the bang spinach
Drag it, blunt 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 for the firefied G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA
I'm bounce wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

Do you smoke wit me
(Do you wanna?)
Come and 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 fuck we
(Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell, this that shit here)
And BBC,

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

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

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't never sing
We still flow
we always hit the right note
(It my mind)

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