Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

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

Picasso with a pick ax, a sick
Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, with
Knives, stranglin' with 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 nor the place to get macho

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

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

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
Whatever's got into me, I don't

Your dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, 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 calm or bring drama a step 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 to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name serial killer
Who ever existed in a

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with 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 model, which lake they found her in and how they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was to do what and which one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which
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 it's the that has gotten 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 Henny that has in me
Whatever's got into me I mind

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

Maybe you need some lyric serum for your symptoms
Here's a 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 and kill the sucka syndrome

The drama when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
from scratch and then endin' up at the end enough
Capable of 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
Good evenin', this even a weed thing
I ain't smoke anything, I ain't even drinking

It must be the ganja, it's the
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 it's 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