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 something 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
time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the
Picasso with a pick axe a sick
she tac toe frozen six pack exacto
knives, strangling with pig lasso
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you how that go, skull and the crossbones
this is poison, the boys and who do not know
you do not want to try 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 show and rock slow
not what you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

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 mind

it be the ganja
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

your of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
you're submitting to skill, still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't think real,
with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if this the lala or the rum and mama
want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as topping the next 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 place from the the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped,
the trunk that they were in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which lake they her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder weapon was to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid would there was none,
so sloppy like 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 mind

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

when I'm behind a mic is what its kinda like
get stuck with that same stick that trying to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
isn't it safe to say, this is the way it be?
maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your
heres a of the antidote 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 a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
brain thats full of, surprises
when the smoke rises right before very own eyes
you stare into your eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I even drink anything

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

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