Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

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

Picasso with a pick ax, a sick
Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, exacto
Knives, stranglin' with thick 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 boys and girls who do not
You do not try this at home, my lil vato
This is the time nor the place to get macho

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

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

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

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre just finished splitting a pill
submitting to skill, sitting still
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't anyone's 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 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 a pizza
How people you know can name every serial killer
Who ever in a row?

Put 'em in order, beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the and place from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was and then dumped
The trunk that they were in, the model, the make, the plate

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

It must be 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 into me I don't mind

I its the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
got into 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 is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say this is the way it be?

Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him
He can her some, she can give them some
Get behind a Lynn drum, make up a beat and 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, believe a bullet's a
Titanium, cranium full of surprises

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

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