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 back the
you mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a asshole
she tac toe frozen six 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 girls who do not
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 some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and rock slow
it's not you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

it must be the
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

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally the drill
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
like I think anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
want to end up inside 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 ever in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with the Ripper,
name the time and place the body the bag the zipper,
of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they were stuffed in, the the make the plate
and which motel which lake found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which weapon was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, kid would write there was none,
so sloppy like this it's fun, the ecstasy goes

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 into me I 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
got into me I don't mind

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is 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, is the way it should be?
maybe you need some lyric syrup 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 syndrome
you're spitting drama it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
starting scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a bullets a
titanium thats full of, surprises
the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
you stare your stereos eyes
evening, this isnt't even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I didn't even anything

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