Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Whats love got to do, go to do it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Then I it right 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 play your position, no
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I
You listening to the most high like the on dope
Now picture
My deep now fish for that
Only niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in
Both did the crime but his didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he lonely in a cell
well, what the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five then they another ten on
By the I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own
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 that I could f-ck yo'
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to we got plenty of trees

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 to smoke we got plenty of trees

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My hit the trees like squirrels
get a nut with your girl
Think I need to quit 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour cause them out here tryna 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 or steal again
In your wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I read?
Would you throw the at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to happy
It's been a time coming
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, once in a blue
When the gets thick than there's nothing to do
Through the of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get 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 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 is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for projects to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off
Boy, look, World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the beer
12 months now, you'll 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 your on school day
I smoke two l's ya girl 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
I send it right back to you with it