Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I feel dancing

I smell something in the air making me (high)
I said I something in the air thats making me high

ok we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
lyrical rise flow, back the tobasco
you fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
time to you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick
she tac toe frozen six pack with
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
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
you do not want to try at home 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 watch the and just 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 me why I'm so high
maybe the hinde that has gotten in me
got into me I don't mind

it must be the
the marijuana
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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre just finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to
like I don't think 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,
don't know if this the or the rum and pepsi mama
don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the time I make a pizza
how many people you know can name every serial killer who existed in a row,
put em in chronological order with Jack the Ripper,
the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the the plate
and which motel which they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do and which one,
which night it was done, what kid would there was none,
so sloppy this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

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

when I'm behind a mic is what its kinda like
get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to
behind the boards is Dre, legends are made way
isn't it safe to say, is the way it should be?
you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
heres a dosage of the 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 spitting drama when it to lyrics and penance I'm
starting scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain thats of, surprises
when the smoke rises right before very own eyes
you stare into your stereos
good evening, this isnt't even a thing,
I didn't even anything , I didn't even drink anything

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

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