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 it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually a mothafucka out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa
Na'...we get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, boy raw...

8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to shit - I'm high as a mothafucka

[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 let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ta spit the wig
Of a fake nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
'cause they shot guns and they never had ta scrap

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

Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my ass thin
halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma halla "mothafuck friends"
up in my mothafuckin' right hand
I'ma go and fuckin' rob a man
so I can keep my fuckin' family fed
Fuck what'cha heard 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, I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch know
Get 'cho posee out be'cause we comin' 20 hoe
Didn't you need ta that all that talk can get you fucked up
Hoe this no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont a fuck who you is, who you in too
You touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you

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

Wyte]
No fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep head up
'cause when you fuck wit' this camp - say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the was all she wrote
Y'kno lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a in yo saga
Adding some ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this
I stole your plate when back fa - +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 they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya
Bitch me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]