Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

[Intro: DJ
yea-yea Chuch
again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa ya'khamsayn,
You actually killa a mothafucka out here
ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, boy raw...

[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the
Get high to this shit - I'm high as a

[DJ
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they did nothing
DJ - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that get did
Man I keep me hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
'cause they never shot guns and they never had ta

J]
He wore a vest so we him in the neck
Made his body cold left red and wet
Body curved up like a
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North -
a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard makin' money you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya

[Crunchy
Here I go again, keep my mothafuckin' ass thin
Niggaz halla friends, but they fake
nigga halla "mothafuck friends"
Torn up in my mothafuckin' hand
'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my family fed
Fuck heard this is what I said
out some shots at ya fuckin' head

I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out missles
This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch know
Get 'cho out be'cause we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you up
Hoe this ain't no game - you playing you get bucked up
give a fuck who you is, who you in too
You wont a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you

[Frayser
A crooked as a barrell of
Fuck with the real not
I represent the Bay - so ain't no ta hate
I'm counting and spray
blow your crean away
This HCP don't - won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in eyes
Frayser Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so
we toppin' a poun'
And still we your smile
No need ta our styles
What chain't popped in a while

[Lil'
No fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
'cause when you wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta us
The day Lil' Wyte up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters in my throat
This shit be hotter than laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me than water
This is the of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You with honors - ta sell out institution
And for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
This is my mothafuckin' song - Wheres Jerome?
of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you it hurt
If knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
Bitch me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]