Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

Okay, we go, do re mi fa so, fa so la ti da so
Lyrical Rosco, kick back the
You motherfuckers must just not the tic-tock so
to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos

Picasso a pick ax, a sick asshole
Tic-tac-toe six pack, with exacto
Knives, stranglin' with 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 try this at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get

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

It be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's 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 it's the ganja, it's the
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

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't think real

with 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 if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama

Don't want to end up inside my freezer
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 order, beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
Location of the woods where the body was and then dumped
The trunk that they stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

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

I reckon its the ganja, the marijuana
creepin' up on me while I'm so high
Maybe 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 like
You're stuck with the stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made way
Isn't it safe to say 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 some
Get behind a drum, make up a beat 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 right your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos
evenin', this isn't even a weed thing
I even smoke anything, I ain't 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 gotten into me I mind

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