Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

I smell something in the air that's me high
I said, I smell in the air that's makin' me high

Okay, we go, do re mi fa so, fa so la ti da so
Lyrical Rosco, kick the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not know the so
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the

Picasso with a ax, a sick asshole
frozen six pack, with exacto
Knives, wives with thick lasso
Big of the grass, zig zags, I'm with the Doc, so

You know how go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not
You do not try this at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get

So crack a six pack, sit with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just slow
not what you expected nor what you thought so
Bout time that you wake the fuck up, the pot smoke

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

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

Your dreams are 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 think anyone's real

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

want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can every serial killer
Who ever in a row?

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

And which model, which lake they found her in and how they attacked the
Say which murder weapon was to do what and which one
Which knife and which gun, kid, what wife and which nun?
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' just begun

It must be the ganja, it's the
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 its the ganja, it's the
That's up on me while I'm so high
it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me I don't

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

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

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

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

It must be 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 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 the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got me I don't mind