Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

(How high)

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

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary play your position, no
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's now fish for that
Only real catch something, phoney niggas fail
you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a
Thinking well, what the hell I on
They a nigga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a
I gotta play the like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own
Climb your own or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting dying
You wanna touch the sky you figure out flying

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

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

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My hit the trees like squirrels
get a nut with your girl
Think I need to quit trying some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon you out that Honda
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll smoke or steal again
In your wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, look at me, what if I couldn't read?
you throw the book at me
What if I'm sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long coming
Tell my nigga me up something

[J. ]
No I smoke, maybe once in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the
My get shut but I open 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 little
I understand, you frustrated career going how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for your to take all that
I your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in first
I'm serving you niggas this is the first beer
12 from now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
like a mummy
But wake yo' ass up
like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

Whats got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right back to you it