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 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
to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos

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

You know how that go, and the crossbones
This is poison, the and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
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 rock
It's not what you expected nor you thought so
Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot

It must be the ganja, it's the
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's gotten into me, I mind

I reckon 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
got into me, I don't mind

Your are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a
You're submitting to skill, sitting
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 calm or bring drama a step beyond a Dahmer
Please, upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy, mama
Don't if it's the lala 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 you know can name every serial killer
Who ever in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the

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

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

I reckon its the ganja, the marijuana
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 like
You're stuck with the same stick that tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are this way
Isn't it to say this is the way it should be?

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

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

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

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
gotten into me I don't mind

I reckon 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