Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell in the air that's 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, kick the Tabasco
You must just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the

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

You know how 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 to get macho

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 you thought so
Bout time that you wake the up, smell the pot smoke

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

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a
You're 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 drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't me, mama, you lookin' sexy, mama
Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi,

Don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the time I make a pizza
How people you know can name every serial killer
Who existed in a row?

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

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

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

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

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

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

The spinning drama when it comes to lyrics and some
Starting from scratch and then up at the end enough
Capable of bringin' a Pulitzer, strong believe a a
Titanium, cranium that's full of

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

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
Whatever's into me I don't mind

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