Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I feel like

I something in the air thats making 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 flow, give back the tobasco
you mother mustsanot know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the
with a pick axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack exacto
knives, strangling wives pig lasso
few of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how that go, skull and the
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
you do not want to try this at home my (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 just rock
it's not what you expected, tho what you though
time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

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

your of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm to feel
like I don't anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
know 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 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 Jack the Ripper,
name the and place from the body the bag the zipper,
of the woods 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 they her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid would write was none,
so sloppy this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

it must be the
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

when I'm a mic dynamite is what its kinda like
get with that same stick that you're trying to light
behind the 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 of the antidote now you give him some,
he can give her some, she can him some
get behind a lynn drum, up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
you're spitting 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
titanium thats full of, surprises
when the smoke rises before your very own eyes
you into your stereos eyes
good evening, isnt't even a weed thing,
I even smoke anything , I didn't even drink anything

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