Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I feel dancing

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 rise flow, give back the
you fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
with a pick axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack exacto
knives, strangling with pig lasso
few of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how that go, and the crossbones
this is poison, the boys and girls who do not
you do not to try this at home my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the place to get
so crack a six pack, sit with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho you thought though
bout to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
you're to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
I don't think anyone's real,
faced a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please upset 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 time I a pizza
how many people you know can name serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
name the time and place the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods the body was dragged and then dumped,
the that 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 murder weapon was used to do and which one,
which night it was done, what kid write there was none,
so sloppy this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its like
get stuck with that stick that you're trying 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 give him
get behind a lynn drum, up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
starting from scratch and then up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain full of, surprises
when the smoke rises right your very own eyes
you stare into stereos eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I didn't even drink

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