Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Get High

[Lloyd
I know, I ain't to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put motherfuckin hands on me
(Can I get high) - you botherin me
you see in here tonight's
doin the same thing, so why you keep hatin on me?
(Can I get high) - you botherin me

[50] Ay, did you hit this

[Chorus: - repeat 2X]
la lah-lah, I be smokin
Be gettin me right, I be
bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely 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 or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose to make the backwards breathe
I blow a load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to ya
I don't mean to ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate his instruments
My recent rapidly 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 a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think bout the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the apartment
It's just one of them things that I do my spare time
My bad habits private, so I'ma share mine

[Lloyd
Now put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't smokin if you chip in
Listen, I waited long for these to glisten
From one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do
for my niggaz up that's comin home to lobster livin
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own
so I can see her pop the ribbon
That Cali bud special, so special I the blunt so long
Snoop had to me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
rap, I'm the wrong 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 as Gecko
We follow codes and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, you expect ho?

[Snoop
Say 'gain you blow it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the palm trees
I dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you to smoke wit me?
rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker
Law breakin, pimp slappin 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. sounds like danger
You wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and smokin on the same stuff
Now lay on the law
This new weed 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, from the to the East, preach!