Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell in the air that's 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 motherfuckers just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most ass flow in the cosmos

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

You know how that go, skull and the
This is poison, the boys and who do not know
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
This is the time nor the place to get macho

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

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
gotten into me, I don't mind

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

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, still
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to like I don't think anyone's real

with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be or bring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy,
know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama

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

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning Jack the Ripper
Name the time and from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped
The trunk that they stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

And which model, which they found her in and how they attacked the victim
Say which murder was used to do what and which one
knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which 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 up on me while I'm so high
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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