Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

[J. - Verse 1]
Visionary your position, no missionary
But yet I pack in the quotes 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
Shit you gotta feel like it's only in braille
Both did the crime but his 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 then they 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 or you dig your own hole
Sit crying thats like sitting round dying
You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out

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

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

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with girl
Think I to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them niggas out tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that
For stashing that
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep
But right now I'm high to probably steal a plane
Man, just at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the at me
What if I'm 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 once in a
When the tention gets thick than nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the
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 that a that you threw little man?
I understand, you career aint going how you planned
it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for projects to take all that
I know your weak gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World is your worst fear
I'm you n-ggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you niggas is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the year
No for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole dropping, thats real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
like a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like your 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 with it
Yeah I send it right back to you it