Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I like dancing
I feel like

I smell something in the air making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air making me high

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical flow, give back the tobasco
you mother fuckers know the tic tac songs
time to show you the mo ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a asshole
she tac toe six pack with exacto
knives, strangling wives with pig
few of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how go, skull and the crossbones
this is poison, the and girls who do not know
you do not want to try this at home my (novice)
this is niether the or the place to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and rock slow
not what you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you the fuck up smell the pot smoke

it must be the
it's the
that's creepin upon me why I'm so
maybe it's the that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't

it must be the
it's the
creepin upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
whatever's got me I don't mind

your dreams of the pill, you are literally getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have finished splitting 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 Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
know if this 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 people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological beginning with Jack the Ripper,
the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the where the body was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they were stuffed in, the the make the plate
and which motel which they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do what and one,
which it was done, what kid would write there was none,
so sloppy like this fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

it must be the
it's the
creepin upon me why I'm so high
maybe the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't

it must be the
it's the
creepin upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
whatever's got me I don't mind

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its like
get stuck with that same that you're trying 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 some syrup sign for your symptoms
a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
he can give her some, she can him some
get a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
you're spitting drama it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
starting from scratch and then up at the end ending up
of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
titanium brain full of, surprises
when the smoke rises right your very own eyes
you stare into stereos eyes
good evening, this isnt't even a thing,
I didn't even smoke , I didn't even drink anything

it must be the
the marijuana
that's upon me why I'm so high
it's the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't

it must be the
it's the
that's upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the hinde that has in me
got into me I don't mind