Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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
Rosco, kick back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not the tic-tock so
Time to show you the kick ass flow in the cosmos

Picasso a pick 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, skull and the
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not
You do not try this at home, my lil vato
This is the time nor the place to get macho

So crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
Maybe some and watch the show and just rock 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, the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's gotten me, I don't 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
Whatever's got into me, I mind

Your dreams are fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel 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 Jeffrey
Please, upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy, mama
Don't know if the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama

Don't want to end up inside my freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next time I make a
How people you know can name every serial killer
Who existed in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

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

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

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, is what it's kinda like
You're stuck with the same stick you're tryin' to light
the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it to say this is the way it should be?

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

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

When the smoke rises before your very own eyes
You into your stereos high
evenin', this isn't even a weed thing
I even 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 that has gotten in me
gotten into me I don't mind

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