Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

(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 right to you with it

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

Nigga how high, so that I could touch the sky
How sick, so that I could f-ck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got 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 squad stack 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 niggas hit the trees squirrels
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing 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 high enough to probably a plane
Man, look at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I to look happy
It's been a 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 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 how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now 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 heart gotta break off
Boy, look, Cole World this is worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm in first gear
I'm serving you this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the worst
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats f-cking funny
A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something like a
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 got to do, got to do with it
I get a taste then I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right to you with it