Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Get High

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

[50] Ay, did you hit this

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

[Lloyd
I admit I got a problem, I comin back for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the breathe
I a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to ya
I mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his
My recent success rapidly got 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
I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the apartment
It's just one of them that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so share mine

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

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