Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I feel like

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

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical rise flow, give back the
you fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo kick ass in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick
she tac toe frozen six with exacto
knives, strangling with pig lasso
few of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how go, skull 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 a six pack, sit back with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the and just rock slow
not what you expected, tho what you thought though
bout to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

it must be the
it's the
that's creepin upon me why I'm so
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
whatever's got me I don't 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 to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't think 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,
don't know if the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the time I make a pizza
how many people you know can name every serial who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with the Ripper,
name the time and 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 lake they found her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say which murder weapon was to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid would write was none,
so sloppy like it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

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 me I don't mind

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

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