Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I like dancing

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

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical rise flow, give the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
with a pick axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack with
knives, wives with pig lasso
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how that go, and the crossbones
this is poison, the boys and who do not know
you do not to try this at home my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho what you though
bout to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

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

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

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is its kinda like
get stuck that same stick that you're trying to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
isn't it safe to say, this is the way it be?
you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
heres a dosage of the 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 drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
starting scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable a
brain thats full of, surprises
when the smoke right before your very own eyes
you stare into your eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I didn't even drink

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