Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

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

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

You know how that go, and the crossbones
This is poison, the 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 back some nachos
some popcorn and watch the show and just rock 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, it's the
creepin' up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's gotten into me, I mind

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

Your dreams are fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a
submitting to skill, sitting still
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't think anyone's

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai
And be calm or bring drama a step 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 used as extra the next time I make a pizza
How many you know can name every serial killer
Who existed in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
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 model, which lake they found her in and how they the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and one
Which knife and which gun, kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's begun

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

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

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

Maybe you need some lyric serum for your symptoms
Here's a of the antidote, now you give him some
He can give her some, she can them some
Get behind a Lynn drum, make up a and kill the sucka syndrome

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

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

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

I reckon it's the ganja, the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's got into me I mind