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
Everybody you see in here
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: - repeat 2X]
la lah-lah, I be smokin
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
bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the and relax my knees
And roll one up enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too of this to choke ya
I don't mean to ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate his instruments
My success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the
I enter the club baggies of that chocolate
The smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share

[Lloyd
Now they put they hands out, cause of the way bend
So you niggaz ain't if you don't chip in
Listen, I long for these rocks to glisten
that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt is not forgiven, I do this
for my niggaz up that's comin home to lobster livin
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy her own mansion
so I can see her pop the ribbon
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 you "Jump" like Kris Kross
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, 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?

[Snoop
Say won't you blow it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple trees
I dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you want to 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," I was a singer
Thought about if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit sounds danger
You might manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin on the stuff
Now lay on the law
This new weed that I got I call it off
Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a of speech
My a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!