Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I feel 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 the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo kick ass in the cosmos
Picasso with a axe a sick asshole
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 know how that go, and the crossbones
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
you do not to try this at home my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
not what you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the up smell the pot smoke

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

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally 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 anyone's real,
with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi
want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the next time I make a
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 trunk that were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which lake they her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say which murder weapon was 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 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 me I don't mind

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its like
get stuck with that same stick that trying to light
behind the boards is Dre, legends are 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 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 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
the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
you stare your stereos eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke , I didn't even drink anything

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

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