Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

Okay, we go, do re mi fa so, fa so la ti da so
Lyrical Rosco, kick the Tabasco
You motherfuckers just not know 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 six pack, with exacto
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 boys and girls who do not
You do not wanna try this at home, my lil
This is neither the time nor the place to get

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

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

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
got into me, I don't mind

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

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

Don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer
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 with Jack the
Name the time and from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

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

It be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's up on me while I'm so high
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

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

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

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

The spinning drama it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
Starting from scratch and then up at the end enough
Capable of bringin' a Pulitzer, believe a bullet's a
Titanium, that's full of surprises

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

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