Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

Yeah, oh, oh, yeah,
Oh, I like dancing
I like 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
Lyrical Rosco, back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the

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

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

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

It be 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 gotten into me, I mind

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

Your are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't think real

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

Don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next I make a pizza
How many people you know can name 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 where the body was dragged and then dumped
The that they were stuffed 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, fun, the fuckin' night's just begun

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 me I don't mind

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

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

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

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

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

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 mind

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