Luyện nghe bài hát It Blows My Mind

You should with me

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

Blowing chronic to me, it's like a 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 motherfuckas pulling shots

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

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 smoke blunt

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

The greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, will you how chronic it was
I'm buzzing high, sliding,
listening 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 howlin' at

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang the nigga with the gang bang spinach
it, blunt wrap it or zig zag it
Don't matter 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 tryna bounce wit the ounce
(Smoke me out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

our drank
Ya dig, what I'm
We ain't gon' never
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)