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 send it back to you with it

(How high)

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

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

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

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

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with girl
I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the sutra
A lot when 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 that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't to keep smiling
But right now I'm enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't
Would you throw the at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I to look happy
It's a long time coming
Tell my roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the gets thick than there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the
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 a shot that you threw little man?
I understand, you career aint 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 for your projects to take all that
I know your weak heart break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm counting money
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
Something like a
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

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