Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel dancing
I like dancing

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

ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so so
lyrical rise flow, give back the
you mother mustsanot know the tic tac songs
to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a axe a sick 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 how that go, skull and the crossbones
this is poison, the boys and who do not know
you do not want to try at home my novato (novice)
is niether the time or the place to get macho
so a six pack, sit back with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just slow
it's not what you expected, tho you thought though
bout to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

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

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

your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally the drill
at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
you're submitting to skill, 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
don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the time I make a pizza
how many people you know can name every serial killer who existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning Jack the Ripper,
the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was dragged and dumped,
the trunk they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which which lake they found her in,
and how they the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do what and one,
which night it was done, what kid would write was none,
so sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin goes

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

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

when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what its kinda
get stuck that same stick that you're trying to light
behind the boards is Dre, legends are this way
isn't it safe to say, is the way it should be?
maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your
a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
he can give her some, she can give him
get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and the sucka syndrome
you're spitting drama when it comes to and penance I'm
starting from scratch and then up at the end ending up
capable of bringing a bullets a bullets a
titanium brain thats full of,
the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
you into your stereos eyes
good evening, this isnt't a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything , I didn't drink anything

it be the ganja
it's the
that's creepin upon me why I'm so
maybe the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I mind

it must be the
the marijuana
that's creepin me why I'm so high
it's the hinde that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I mind