Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell 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
Rosco, kick back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not know the so
Time to show you the most ass flow in the cosmos

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

So crack a six pack, sit with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just slow
not what you expected nor what you thought so
Bout time that you wake the fuck up, the pot smoke

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 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

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

with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be or bring drama 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 toppin' the next time I a pizza
How many people you know can name serial killer
Who ever existed in a

Put 'em in chronological order, with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then
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
knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, fun, the fuckin' night's just begun

It must be 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 gotten into me I don't

I reckon its 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 got into me I mind

When I'm behind a mic, dynamite is what it's kinda
You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to
Behind the is Dre, legends are made this way
it safe to say this is the way it should be?

Maybe you need some lyric serum 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 Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the syndrome

The spinning drama when it comes to lyrics and pennin'
Starting from scratch and then 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 very own eyes
You stare your stereos high
Good evenin', this isn't a weed thing
I ain't smoke anything, I ain't even drinking

It be 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 gotten into me I 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