Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

[Intro: DJ
yea-yea ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what it is
I know it'sa ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't 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...

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

[DJ
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa 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 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 guns and they never had ta

J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the
Made his body cold left red and wet
curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet the North - North
a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the
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
Here I go again, try'na keep my ass thin
Niggaz friends, but they fake friends
I'ma halla "mothafuck friends"
up in my mothafuckin' right hand
I'ma go and fuckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my family fed
Fuck what'cha heard is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fuckin'

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

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

[Lil'
No more fuckin' by now I'm fed up
I see your has a frown - gatta keep your head up
'cause when you fuck wit' this - let's say you messed up
told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
The day Wyte 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 lava laying a in yo saga
some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin'
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 they knew bitchin' came ya - you coulda kept ya verse
Bitch me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]