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

ok we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da 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 pig lasso
few of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how that go, 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 with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock
not what you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

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

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a
you're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm to feel
I don't think anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step a Jeffrey Dahmer
please upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi
don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer,
be as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
how many people you can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with the Ripper,
name the and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped,
the trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the
and which motel lake they found her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do what and one,
which night it was done, what kid would write was none,
so sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin goes

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

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

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

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