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 back to you with it

(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 back to you it

[J. - Verse 1]
Visionary 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 poetry's now fish for that
Only real catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like only read in braille
Both did the but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a
well, what the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old ass
Life is a movie, pick own role
your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around thats like sitting round dying
You touch the sky bitch you figure out flying

Nigga how high, so high that I could 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 stack of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got of trees

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My niggas hit the trees like
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore 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 niggas out here 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 never smoke or 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, if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the at me
if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a time coming
Tell my roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, once in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's to do
the windows of my soul, open 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 going how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now when talk rap
All you hear is "J this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for projects to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your 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, thats f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
like a mummy
But wake 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 then I'm through with it
Yeah I it right back to you with it