Luyện nghe bài hát I Get High

All my fans askin' me an'
"Yo, Bleek, you be doin'
On your time an' shit?"
This what I do man, how I do, yo

I gets high, down the I95
Ma don't ask why, I love gettin'
While I drive, I can't lie, I lye
While I drive the I95

I gets high, down the I95
Ma don't ask why, I gettin' high
While I drive, I can't lie, I lye
While I drive the I95

I put this key in the ignition, my V
the clip out the ashtray, spark my trees
You know haze weed backwood roll tight
Belvedere cranberry juice mix

30 percent tint, ridin' bent, doin' a quarter
Smokin' on what grow under water, my life in
You know I got a pocket sticky
The whole BK, a blunt up for Biggie

An' smokeout, I gives a if you got a skateboard
Or new XO out, you blow the row out
An' holla, I'mma or die
I'mma ride 'coz never take a nigga alive

I gets high, rollin' the I95
Starin' through the rear view from all the I survived
An' as I ride by, I just my hat
Put the car on an' roll up another sack

I gets high, rollin' the I95
Ma don't ask why, I love gettin'
I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye
While I drive the I95

I high, rollin' down the I95
Ma ask why, I love gettin' high
While I drive, I can't lie, I lye
While I drive the I95

You Bleek rollin' hay when I'm down in the Bay
Hey, it don't stop, I light a blunt up for
Pop my colla, take another sip of that
Hit three wheel motion, locin' in the

On them fifty spoke with two to smoke
An' the come clean, no sticks, no seed
bud an' keep the car weed scented
Mami be like, Bleek, we breathe in it

Mami, cool, let me remove the roof
Take a sip of Bel've an' remove your shoes
But ch'ya, recline, baby, good lime, baby
This the real green, out the 'High Times',

We sittin' on dubs, what that like?
Twist enough bud, mami, get your mind

I gets high, down the I95
Ma ask why, I love gettin' high
While I drive, I lie, I puff lye
I drive down the I95

I high, rollin' down the I95
Ma don't ask why, I love gettin'
While I drive, I lie, I puff lye
While I drive the I95

I high, holla at the I95
Holla at the bar, I lie
at the bar, I puff lye
When I drive the I95

G'yeah niggas, know
at me
Smoke one with cha,