Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I feel dancing

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

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical rise flow, back the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac
to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six with exacto
knives, strangling with pig lasso
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how go, skull and the crossbones
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
you do not want to try this at my novato (novice)
this is niether the or the place to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just slow
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
the marijuana
that's upon me why I'm so high
maybe the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got me I don't mind

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre just finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to
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 sexy mama,
know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the next time I make a
how many people you know can name every 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,
location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped,
the trunk they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which they found her in,
and how attacked 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 this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is its kinda like
get stuck that same stick that you're trying to light
behind the boards is Dre, legends are this way
isn't it to say, this is the way it should 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 drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
you're spitting drama when it to lyrics and penance I'm
starting from scratch and ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable a
brain thats full of, surprises
when the smoke rises right before your very own
you stare into your eyes
good evening, this isnt't even a thing,
I didn't smoke anything , I didn't even drink anything

it be the ganja
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 don't

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