Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I like dancing

I something 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 rise flow, give the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac
to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso a pick axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack exacto
knives, strangling with pig lasso
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how go, skull and the crossbones
this is poison, the boys and who do not know
you do not want to try this at my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
it's not what you expected, tho what you though
bout time to you wake the up smell the pot smoke

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

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 don't

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the
spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
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 Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as topping the next time 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 place from the the bag the zipper,
location of the woods the body was dragged and then dumped,
the that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which which lake they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do what and one,
which night it was done, what kid write there was none,
so sloppy like this it's fun, the ecstasy goes

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 me I don't mind

it must be the
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

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, legends are this 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 her some, she can give him some
get behind a drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
you're spitting drama when it to lyrics and penance I'm
starting from and then ending up at the end ending up
of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain full of, surprises
when the smoke rises before your very own eyes
you into your stereos eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I even drink anything

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

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 mind