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

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

Picasso with a pick ax, a sick
Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, exacto
Knives, stranglin' wives with thick
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 girls who do not
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the to get macho

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

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

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a
You're to skill, sitting still
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I think anyone's real

with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey
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 my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next time I make a
How many people you know can name serial 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 where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

And which model, which lake they found her in and how they attacked the
Say which murder weapon was to do what and which one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, 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 the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's into me I don't mind

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

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

Maybe you 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 some
Get a Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome

The spinning drama when it comes to lyrics and some
from scratch and then endin' 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 your own eyes
You stare into your high
Good evenin', this even a weed thing
I ain't smoke anything, I ain't even drinking

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

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