Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

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

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

[DJ
rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak through they shirt
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 solid nigga, hoes lying in wraps
'cause they shot guns and they never had ta scrap

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

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

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

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

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

8x - (DJ Paul)]