Luyện nghe bài hát 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

(How high)

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

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I
You listening to the most like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's deep now for that
Only real niggas catch something, niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in
Both did the crime but his homie didn't
So he f-cking while he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, what the hell I on
They gave a five 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, your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own
Sit crying thats like sitting round dying
You wanna the sky bitch you figure out flying

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack 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 could yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl 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 your
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out Honda
For stashing that
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably a plane
Man, just at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you the book at me
if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long coming
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's to do
the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my

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 frustrated career aint going how you
Make it worse, you're friends, now they talk rap
All you is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your projects to all that
I know weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst
I'm burning you and I'm only in first gear
I'm you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months now, you'll be having the worst year
No for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole aint dropping, thats real funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on day
I smoke two l's with ya girl 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 through it
Yeah I it right back to you with it