Luyện nghe bài hát Zig Zag

You should smokes me

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

[Verse 1 - Dogg]
Blowing chronic to me, it's 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 something in
They could search a nigga, but they never 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, dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You suprised how I made it,
You it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin
I'm spliting that Swisha up, plotting on the up
I'm living my life, and never my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke that

[Verse 2 - Dogg]
The the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how it was
I'm - high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
all to the good, the dash is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and is waistin
She don't wanna give ya number now she hollin at
Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga) that shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And when you get dizzone, 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?)
Come and me company
come and fuck with me
You should smokes me

[Verse 3 - Dogg]
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 with mind
My status has been the baddest since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought y'all the
On the Chucks, French braids, and
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the
Spell ya in it, put ya face in it
And hang the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter even if it's in the
Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the cheefa
Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm bounce wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

x2]

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

[Chorus x2] + ad-libs*}

[Outro - Dogg]
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, Pharrell you my
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Trak
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Style Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)..