Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

(How high)

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

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

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

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

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

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe once in a
When the tention gets thick there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, the blind
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 you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you
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 take all
I know your weak heart gotta break off
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still money
aint dropping, thats real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like mommy on school day
I smoke two l's ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

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