Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I like dancing
I like dancing

I smell something in the air thats 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
rise flow, give back the tobasco
you mother fuckers know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a asshole
she tac toe six pack with exacto
knives, strangling wives with pig
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how that go, 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 the time or the place to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the and just rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho what you thought
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

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
it's the
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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the
at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to
like I don't anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be 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 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,
name the time and from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was and then dumped,
the trunk that they were in, the model the make the plate
and which which lake they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, kid would write there was none,
so like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

it must be the
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 don't

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its like
get with that same stick that you're trying to light
behind the boards is Dre, are made this way
isn't it safe to say, this is the way it be?
maybe you need some syrup sign for your symptoms
a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
he can her some, she can give him some
get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka
you're spitting drama when it comes to and penance I'm
starting from and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable a
brain thats full of, surprises
when the smoke right before your very own eyes
you stare your stereos eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I even drink anything

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

it must be the
the marijuana
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