Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be The Ganja

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

I feel like
I like dancing

I smell something in the air thats 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 mustsanot know the tic tac
time to show you the mo kick ass in the cosmos
Picasso a pick axe a sick asshole
she tac toe frozen six pack with
knives, strangling wives pig lasso
few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im the doc so
you know how that go, and the crossbones
is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
you do not to try this at home my novato (novice)
this is niether the time or the place to get
so crack a six pack, sit back with nachos
maybe some popcorn, and the show and just rock slow
it's not you expected, tho what you thought though
bout time to you wake the fuck up the pot smoke

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

it be the ganja
the marijuana
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

your of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
spitting at will, me and Dre have just splitting a pill
you're to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't anyone's real,
faced a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
don't know if this the or the rum and pepsi mama
don't to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping the time I make a pizza
how many people you know can every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order with Jack the Ripper,
the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which motel which lake they her in,
and how attacked the victim,
say which weapon was used to do what and which one,
which night it was done, what kid would write was none,
so sloppy this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

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

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

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

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

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