Luyện nghe bài hát Must Be The Ganja

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

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

Picasso with a pick ax, a asshole
Tic-tac-toe six pack, with exacto
Knives, stranglin' 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 and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try at home, my lil vato
This is the time nor the place to get macho

So a six pack, sit back with some nachos
some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow
It's not you expected nor what you thought so
time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

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

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

dreams are getting' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally getting' the chills
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting
I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel like I don't think real

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

Don't want to end up my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra toppin' the next time I a pizza
How people you know can name every serial killer
Who ever in a row?

Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with Jack the
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the
Location of the woods 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 was used 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' night's begun

It must be the ganja, the marijuana
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
Maybe it's the Henny that has in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

I reckon its the ganja, the marijuana
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
stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made way
Isn't it safe to say this is the way it be?

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

The spinning drama when it comes to and pennin' some
Starting from scratch and then up at the end enough
of bringin' a Pulitzer, strong believe a bullet's a
Titanium, cranium that's of surprises

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

It must be the ganja, it's the
That's creepin' up on me while I'm so
it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I mind

I it's 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 got into me I mind