Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Get High

[Lloyd
I know, I supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me
(Can I get high) - without you me
Everybody you see in here
the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?
(Can I get high) - you botherin me

Ay, did you hit this shit?

[Chorus: G-Unit - 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be
Be me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be
gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

[Lloyd
I admit I got a problem, I keep back for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and my knees
And one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad
A musician can't without his instruments
My recent success got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna shit
Sometimes I think bout where the from the start went
Raise up a lighter and up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things I do with my spare time
My bad habits private, so I'ma share mine

[Lloyd
Now they put hands out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't in
Listen, I long for these rocks to glisten
that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do
for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy her own mansion
so I can see her pop the ribbon
That bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
Snoop had to me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
Fuck rap, I'm the one to get pissed off
Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris
My nigga and it's hard to let go
So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as
We follow hood and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and 'em, what you expect ho?

[Snoop
Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of
Yes yes I them, blazed up the purple palm trees
I told dem don't wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you to smoke wit me?
Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin
Law breakin, pimp slappin for the fuck of it
Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin
"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a
Thought ridin if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit like danger
You wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin on the same
Now lay on the law
new weed that I got I call it face off
Cause it'll blow your off and that's a figure of speech
My niggaz a beast, on me, from the to the East, preach!