Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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 back the
You motherfuckers must not know the tic-tock so
Time to show you the kick ass flow in the cosmos

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

You how that 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 to get macho

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

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 mind

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

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

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

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

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

And model, which lake they found her in and how they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and 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 must be the ganja, 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 don't

I reckon its 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 me I don't mind

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

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

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

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

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