Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I feel dancing

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

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical rise flow, back the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac
time to show you the mo kick ass in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick
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
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 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
it's not you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the
spitting at will, me and Dre have just splitting a pill
submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't think real,
with 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,
know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer,
be used as topping the next time I make a pizza
how many you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with 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 they stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and motel which lake they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
night it was done, what kid would write there was none,
so sloppy like this fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

it be the ganja
the marijuana
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

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

when I'm behind a mic is what its kinda like
get stuck with that same stick 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?
you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
heres a of the antidote 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 sucka
you're spitting drama when it comes to and penance I'm
from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain thats full of,
when the smoke right before your very own eyes
you stare into your eyes
good evening, this even a weed thing,
I didn't even anything , I didn't even drink anything

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

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