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 it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually a mothafucka out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't with him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's 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 shit - I'm high as a

[DJ
Alotta rappers rap gangsta but they ain't did nothing
DJ - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that get did
Man I keep me hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in wraps
'cause they never shot guns and they never had ta

J]
He a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body left from 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
Hard makin' money you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these - nut go-ba-lers
take a shot 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 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 family fed
Fuck heard this is what I said
Bust out shots at ya fuckin' head

I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out missles
This is war you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out we comin' 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 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 need ta
I'm tones and spray
I'll blow crean away
This HCP don't play - won't see day
we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
This Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so
Y'kno we a poun'
And still we stompin' smile
No ta copy our styles
What chain't been in a while

[Lil'
No more around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a - gatta keep your head up
'cause when you wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - try ta test us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up 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 weaker than
This is the start of a thats lackin' a solution
You graduated honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out camp
I stole your plate 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 certain - I know you it hurt
If they bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
doubt me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]