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 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 just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the

Picasso with a ax, a sick asshole
Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, with
Knives, stranglin' wives thick lasso
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 who do not know
You do not wanna try this at home, my lil
This is neither the nor the place to get macho

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

It be the ganja, it's the marijuana
creepin' up on me while I'm so high
Maybe 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 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
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I think anyone's real

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai
And be calm or bring drama a beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you sexy, mama
Don't know if it's the or the rum and Pepsi, mama

Don't want to end up inside my freezer
Be as extra toppin' the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can every serial killer
Who ever in a row?

Put 'em in order, beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then
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 weapon was used to do what and one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just

It must be the ganja, the marijuana
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 its the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the Henny 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 with the stick that you're tryin' to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it to say this is the way it should be?

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

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

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

It must be 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 gotten me I don't mind

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