Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Whats love got to do, go to do it
I get a little then I'm through with it
Then I send it back to you with it

(How high)

love got to do, go to do with it
I get a taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you it

[J. Cole - 1]
play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on
Now picture
My poetry's deep now fish for
real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only in braille
Both did the crime but his homie tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a
Thinking well, what the hell I on
They gave a nigga then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick own role
Climb own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like round dying
You wanna touch the sky you figure out flying

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so that I could f-ck yo' bitch
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to we got plenty of trees

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your like to smoke we got plenty of trees

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with girl
Think I need to quit 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour cause them out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep
But right now I'm high enough to steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I read?
you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to happy
It's a long time coming
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I smoke, maybe once in a blue
When the tention gets thick there's nothing to do
Through the of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I my mind

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is that a shot that you threw man?
I understand, you frustrated career going how you planned
Make it worse, friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for your projects to all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off
Boy, look, Cole World is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the first
12 from now, you'll be having the worst year
No for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole aint dropping, real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
like your mommy on school day
I two l's with ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

love got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Yeah I it right back to you with it