Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I like dancing
I like dancing

I smell something in the air thats me (high)
I said I smell something in the air making me high

ok we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
lyrical rise flow, back the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack exacto
knives, strangling wives with pig
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how go, skull and the crossbones
this is poison, the and girls who do not know
you do not want to try this at my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the place to get
so crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho what you thought
bout to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

it be the ganja
it's the
that's upon me why I'm so high
it's the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I mind

it be the ganja
it's the
creepin upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
got into me I don't mind

your of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm to feel
I don't think anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't upset me mama, you lookin mama,
don't if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't want to end up inside my freezer,
be used as extra topping the next time I a pizza
how many you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with the Ripper,
name the and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the where the body was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which lake found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, kid would write there was none,
so sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy

it be the ganja
the marijuana
that's creepin me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
whatever's got into me I mind

it must be the
the marijuana
that's upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I mind

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is its kinda like
get stuck with that same that you're trying to light
behind the boards is Dre, legends are made way
it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for symptoms
a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
he can give her some, she can give him
get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the syndrome
you're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and I'm
starting from scratch and then ending up at the end up
capable of a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain thats full of,
when the smoke rises right before very own eyes
you stare your stereos eyes
good evening, isnt't even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke , I didn't even drink anything

it must be the
the marijuana
that's creepin upon me why I'm so
maybe it's the that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't

it must be the
the marijuana
that's upon me why I'm so high
maybe the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I mind