Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

[Intro: DJ
yea-yea Chuch
Once it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa ya'khamsayn,
You actually 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 shit - I'm high as a mothafucka

[DJ
Alotta rappers rap gangsta but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they
I ain't lying too ya when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a solid 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
his body cold left from red and wet
Body up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the - North
a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and tell ya I'ma halla at ya

[Crunchy
Here I go again, try'na my mothafuckin' ass thin
Niggaz halla friends, but fake friends
I'ma nigga "mothafuck friends"
Torn up in my mothafuckin' right
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 shots at ya fuckin'

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

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

Wyte]
No more around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep head up
'cause when you wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the - don't try ta test us
The day Lil' hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me than water
is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out
And this for all the rappers got kicked up out this camp
I stole plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
is my mothafuckin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at
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)]