Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I feel dancing

I smell in the air thats making 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 flow, give 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 pack exacto
knives, strangling wives with pig
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how that go, skull and the
this is poison, the boys and who do not know
you do not want to try at home my novato (novice)
is niether the time or the place to get macho
so a six pack, sit back with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
it's not you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

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
got into me I don't 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 splitting a pill
submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey
don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if this the or the rum and pepsi mama
want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the next I make a pizza
how many people you know can name every serial killer who existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with the Ripper,
name the time and place the body the bag the zipper,
location of the where the body was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and motel which lake they found her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say which murder was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid write there was none,
so like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its kinda
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 lyric 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, make up a beat and kill the syndrome
you're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and I'm
from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a bullets a
titanium brain thats full of,
when the smoke right before your very own eyes
you stare into your stereos
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I didn't drink anything

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

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 mind