Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I like dancing

I smell something in the air thats me (high)
I I smell 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 know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the
Picasso with a pick axe a sick
she tac toe frozen six pack with
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
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 some
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho what you thought
bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot

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 into me I mind

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

your dreams of the pill, you are literally getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have finished splitting a pill
submitting 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 step beyond a Jeffrey
please don't upset me mama, you lookin mama,
don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi
don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the next I make a pizza
how many people you know can every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning Jack the Ripper,
the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was and then dumped,
the that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which lake found her in,
and how they 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 sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy

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

it must be the
the marijuana
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

when I'm a mic dynamite is what its kinda like
get stuck with same stick that you're trying to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
isn't it to say, this is the way it should be?
maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your
heres a dosage of the antidote now you him some,
he can give her some, she can give him
get behind a lynn drum, make up a and kill the sucka syndrome
you're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and I'm
starting from 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
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even anything , I didn't even drink anything

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
got into me I don't mind

it must be the
the marijuana
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