Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your dreams are fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally 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 think anyone's real

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

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning Jack the Ripper
the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they 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 was used to do what and which one
Which and which gun, what kid, what 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 the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

I reckon its 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 me I don't mind

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

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

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

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

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