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 send it back to you with it

(How high)

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

[J. - Verse 1]
Visionary play position, no missionary
But yet I Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's now fish for that
Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas
Shit you gotta feel like it's only in braille
Both did the crime but his homie tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting in a cell
Thinking well, the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five then they threw ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets a bachelor
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own
your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting dying
You wanna the sky bitch you figure out flying

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

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

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the 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
Karma for the karma
A lot when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out 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 mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I read?
Would you the book at me
if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long coming
Tell my nigga me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets than there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the
My eyes get shut but I 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 they rap
All you hear is "J this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your to take all that
I know your weak gotta break off that
Boy, look, World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm in first gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the beer
12 months from now, be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still money
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on day
I two l's with ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

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