Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell something in the air that's makin' me
I said, I something 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 most ass flow in the cosmos

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

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

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

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 gotten into me, I don't

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

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

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Llama
And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy,
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 time I make a
How many people you know can name every serial
Who ever existed in a

Put 'em in chronological order, with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was and then dumped
The trunk 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
knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the night's just begun

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

I reckon its the ganja, the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny has gotten 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 the same stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, are made 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 give him
He can give her some, she can give some
Get behind a drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome

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

When the smoke rises right before your own eyes
You stare into your stereos
evenin', this isn't even 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 into me I don't mind

I reckon it's 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 got into me I mind