Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell something in the air that's 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 just not the tic-tock so
Time to show you the most ass flow in the cosmos

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

You know how go, skull and the crossbones
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try this at home, my lil
This is neither the 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 you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

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

I reckon it's the ganja, it's the
That's 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 literally getting' the
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
submitting to skill, sitting still
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't anyone's real

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai
And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a 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 my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next I make a pizza
How many people you know can name serial killer
Who existed in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with Jack the
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
of the woods 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 was used to do what and which one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which
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 I'm so high
Maybe the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten me I don't mind

I reckon its the ganja, it's the
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 it's like
You're with the same stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the is Dre, legends are made this way
it safe to say this is the way it should be?

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

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

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

It be 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 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 into me I don't