Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I like dancing

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

ok we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
lyrical rise flow, back the tobasco
you mother fuckers mustsanot the tic tac songs
to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six with 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 girls who do not
you do not want to try this at my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the to get macho
so a six pack, sit back with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock
it's not what you expected, tho what you thought
bout time to you the fuck up smell the pot smoke

it must be the
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 be the ganja
the marijuana
that's creepin me why I'm so high
it's the hinde that has gotten 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 finished splitting a pill
you're to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey
don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
don't want to end up inside my freezer,
be used as extra 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 order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
name the time and place from the the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was and then dumped,
the trunk that they were in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which they found her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid write there was none,
so sloppy this it's fun, the fuckin 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 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 has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its kinda
get stuck with that same stick that you're 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 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 the sucka syndrome
you're spitting when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
capable of a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain full of, surprises
the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
you stare into stereos eyes
good evening, this isnt't a weed thing,
I didn't even anything , I didn't even drink anything

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