Luyện nghe bài hát Get High To This

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

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

[DJ
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let gats burst
We done seen blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, lying in they wraps
'cause never 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 curved up like a
on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North
Pack a rusty tec in the plus 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, try'na my mothafuckin' ass thin
Niggaz friends, but they fake 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 fuckin' fed
Fuck what'cha this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fuckin'

I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch 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
I'ont 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 barrell of
Fuck with the not fake
I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta
I'm counting tones and
blow your crean away
This HCP don't play - see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your
Frayser Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so
Y'kno we toppin' a
And still we stompin' smile
No ta copy our styles
chain't been popped in a while

[Lil'
No more around by now I'm fed up
I see face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
when you fuck wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the - don't 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
This shit be hotter than laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a thats lackin' a solution
You graduated honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin'
This is my mothafuckin' posee song - Jerome?
Instead of up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you kept ya verse
Bitch me now

8x - (DJ Paul)]