Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

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

[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the
Get high to this shit - I'm 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 on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that get did
Man I keep me some hungry ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
'cause never shot guns 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 a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the - North
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' a sawed-off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the
and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha
you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya

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

I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out missles
This is war when you fuckin' wit' - bitch y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all 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

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

[Lil'
No more around by now I'm fed up
I see face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
'cause when you fuck this camp - let's say you messed up
told you in the beginning - don't try ta test 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 lava laying a in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than
This is the of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out camp
I your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
This is my posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it
If they knew bitchin' wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
doubt me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]