Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell something in the air 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, kick the Tabasco
You motherfuckers just not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the kick ass flow in the cosmos

Picasso with a pick ax, a asshole
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 that go, and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and who do not know
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
This is the time nor the place to get macho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And which model, which lake they 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 this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun

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

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

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

Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for 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, make up a beat and kill the sucka

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, that's full of surprises

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

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

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