Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I something 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
Lyrical Rosco, kick back the
You must just not know the tic-tock so
Time to you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos

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

You how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get

So crack a six pack, sit back some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and 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, the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me I'm so high
it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me, I mind

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

Your dreams are 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 to feel like I don't think anyone's real

Faced a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be calm or bring a step beyond a Jeffrey 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 inside my refrigerator
Be used as extra the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every killer
Who existed in a row?

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 was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

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

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

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

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

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

The spinning drama it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
Starting from and then endin' up at the end enough
Capable of bringin' a Pulitzer, strong a bullet's a
Titanium, cranium full of surprises

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

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

I it's 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 got into me I mind