Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell something in the air 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 must just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most ass flow in the cosmos

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

You know how go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and who do not know
You do not wanna try this at home, my lil
This is neither the time nor the to get macho

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

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
gotten into me, I don't mind

I reckon the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's got into me, I mind

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

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai
And be calm or drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy,
Don't know if it's the or the rum and Pepsi, mama

want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as toppin' the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every killer
Who ever in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with Jack the
the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped
The trunk that they were in, the model, the make, the plate

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

It be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me 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, the marijuana
That's 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, is what it's kinda like
stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are this way
it safe to say this is the way it should 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 them some
Get behind a Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the syndrome

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

When the smoke rises right your very own eyes
You stare into your 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 I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't

I reckon it's 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 got into me I don't