Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

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

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

[DJ
Alotta rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy fa real bussen
We rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes 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 -
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a
Hard makin' money you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha
Leave you fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya

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

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

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

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

8x - (DJ Paul)]