Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I something 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
Lyrical Rosco, back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most kick ass in the cosmos

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

You know how that go, skull and the
This is poison, the boys and who do not know
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 with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and rock slow
It's not what you nor what you thought so
Bout time you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

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

I it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't

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

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

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

Put 'em in chronological order, with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place 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, which lake they found her in and how they the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and one
knife 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 that has gotten in me
gotten into me I don't mind

I its 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 me I don't mind

When I'm behind a mic, dynamite is what it's like
You're stuck with the same stick you're tryin' 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 syrup serum for your symptoms
Here's a of the antidote, now you give him some
He can give her some, she can give some
Get a Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome

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

When the smoke rises right before your own eyes
You stare into stereos high
Good evenin', this even a weed thing
I ain't smoke anything, I ain't even drinking

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

I it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
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