Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I something in the air that's makin' me high
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 the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass in the cosmos

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

You know how that go, and the crossbones
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 crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just 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
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the Henny 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 Henny has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't

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

with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama
And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy,
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 time I make a pizza
How people you know 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 were stuffed in, the model, the make, the

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 and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' just begun

It be 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
Whatever's into me I don't mind

I its 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 got me I don't mind

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

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

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

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