Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em High

I'm trying to the beat, uh
I'm to catch the beat
I'm trying to the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm trying to catch the

Now, thr-thr-throw motherfucking hands (Get 'em high!)
All the pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em high!)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your (Keep 'em high!)
And if ya losing yo' high smoke again (Keep 'em high!)

N-n-n-now, my
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like
I can't call it, I got the swerve alcoholics
My freshman year I was going hell, a problems
Still I, up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you me
I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm follow
My heart, and if you follow the charts, or to the or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess back, you see
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful but
Bastard's will bash a skull and I will
Cut your girl like Pastor
And I don't, smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give you that money that you fo'
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we
That's why we here music in fast fo'
Cause we don't to here that weak shit no mo'

Now, thr-thr-throw your hands (Get 'em high!)
All the pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em high!)
Now I ain't tell you to put down your hands (Keep 'em high!)
And if ya yo' high than smoke again (Keep 'em high!)

Now now now now now who the is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be they get bubble E
At NYU but she from Kansas,
Right now she just lamping, on campus
Sent me a picture a feeling on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen say tweet
So you got to call me, and a friend for my friend
His name Kweli (You mean Talib, sticks to your rib)
I (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean (You really know him, why is you lying)
Yo Kwe', she don't me, please pickup the line
She goin' think that I'm lying, just spit a of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her all the time, and get her high

Yeah, I believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
Get 'em high, I some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, assist with the charm, hey yo
Ain't you meet that chick got friends with yo moms
And the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a playa hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck the internet
Or chicks with birth stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fucking that much, you to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a inconsiderate
I got the bubble and a sister could get ahead of it

Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with
A high filled dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still the notes
With real nigga
Real rappers is to find, like a remote, control rap is out of
Used to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not
Rock clubs Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, in you
You'se a bitch I got ones are thicker than you
How I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and is popular
Twelve spins, nobody got to copping her
Album, how come, you the hot
The years clear your and looped up
Label got you up, telling you you sick
Man you a with a loose nut
Video hard to like Medusa
your club record need a booster
Chimped up, a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like
Spitting through wires and fires, retiring
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher

Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking (Get 'em high!)
All the pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em high!)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down hands (Keep 'em high!)
And if ya yo' high than smoke again (Keep 'em high!)