Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

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

Picasso with a pick ax, a asshole
Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, with
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 boys and who do not know
You do not try this at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get

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

It be 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
Whatever's gotten into me, I don't

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

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

Faced a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be calm or bring drama a step a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't me, mama, you lookin' sexy, mama
Don't know if the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama

Don't want to end up inside my freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next time I a pizza
How many people you can name every serial killer
Who existed 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 they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

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

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

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

When I'm behind a mic, dynamite is what kinda like
You're stuck with the same that you're tryin' to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it to say this is the way it should be?

Maybe you need some syrup 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 beat and kill the sucka

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

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

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

I reckon 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
Whatever's got into me I mind