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 your 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) - without you me

Ay, did you hit this shit?

[Chorus: - repeat 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be
Be me right, I be loc'n
bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of
I chill, sit back on the and relax my knees
And roll one up loose 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 don't to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician operate without his instruments
My success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that
The secondhand smoke'll a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz the start went
Raise up a lighter and up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare
My bad habits private, so I'ma share mine

Banks]
Now they put they out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't if you don't chip in
Listen, I waited long for these to glisten
From that one-room pad a pot to piss in
betrayal is not forgiven, I do this
for my niggaz locked up comin home to lobster livin
the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion
Just so I can see her pop the
That Cali bud special, so I held the blunt so long
had to tell 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 dead and hard to let go
So I'm blowin on that wet doe, color as Gecko
We follow codes and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and 'em, what you expect ho?

[Snoop
Say 'gain won't you it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, up the purple palm trees
I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no
Do you want to wit me?
Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin
Law breakin, pimp niggaz for the fuck of it
Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin
"Thought you was an actor," I was a singer
Thought about if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit like danger
You might wanna 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 face off and that's a figure of
My a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!