Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

[Intro: DJ
yea-yea Chuch
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what it is
I know it'sa ya'khamsayn,
You gatta 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 get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Wyte, this 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 ain't did
DJ Paul - Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them burst
We seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes in they wraps
'cause they never shot and they never had ta scrap

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' a sawed-off
Hard makin' when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and they ya I'ma halla at ya

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

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 fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch y'aint
Get 'cho posee out be'cause we 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you up
Hoe this ain't no - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but kill you

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

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

8x - (DJ Paul)]