Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Get High

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

Ay, did you hit this shit?

[Chorus: G-Unit - 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be
Be gettin me right, I be
bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

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

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

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