Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

Yeah, oh, oh, yeah,
Oh, I like dancing
I feel dancing

I smell something in the air makin' me high
I said, I smell something in the air makin' me high

Okay, we go, do re mi fa so, fa so la ti da so
Rosco, kick back the Tabasco
You must just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the

Picasso with a ax, a sick asshole
frozen six pack, with exacto
Knives, stranglin' wives with lasso
Big of the grass, zig zags, I'm with the Doc, so

You know how that go, and the crossbones
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try this at home, my lil
This is neither the nor the place to get macho

So crack a six pack, sit with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just slow
It's not you expected nor what you thought so
Bout time that you wake the up, smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja, the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
gotten into me, I don't mind

I it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the that has gotten in me
got into me, I don't mind

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
submitting 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 Llama
And be calm or bring drama a beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy,
Don't know if it's the or the rum and Pepsi, mama

Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator
Be as extra toppin' the next time I make a pizza
How people you know can name every serial killer
Who existed in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
Location of the where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the

And which model, which lake they her in and how they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do and which one
Which and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' just begun

It be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me I'm so high
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't

I reckon its the ganja, it's the
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the that has gotten in me
Whatever's got me I don't mind

When I'm behind a mic, dynamite is it's kinda like
You're with the same stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, are made this way
it safe to say this is the way it should be?

Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your
a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some
He can give her some, she can give some
Get behind a Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the syndrome

The spinning drama it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
Starting from scratch and then up at the end enough
Capable of bringin' a Pulitzer, strong a bullet's a
Titanium, cranium that's of surprises

When the smoke rises right before very own eyes
You stare your stereos high
Good evenin', this isn't even a weed
I ain't even anything, I ain't even drinking

It must be the ganja, the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

I it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the that has gotten in me
got into me I don't mind