Luyện nghe bài hát 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 right 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 back to you with it

[J. - Verse 1]
Visionary play your position, no
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's deep now fish for
Only real niggas catch something, phoney fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's read in braille
Both did the crime but his didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, what the I been on
They gave a nigga five they threw another ten on
By the I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old ass
is a movie, pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own
Sit around crying thats like sitting dying
You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out

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

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma
A lot calmer when the ganja's ya
You need ya cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to smiling
But right now I'm high enough to steal a plane
Man, just look at me, if I couldn't read?
you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to happy
It's been a long coming
Tell my nigga roll me up

[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 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 shot that you threw little
I understand, you frustrated career aint how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now when they rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for your projects to take all
I know your weak gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole this is your worst fear
I'm burning you and I'm only in first gear
I'm you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the year
No tears for the haters, I'm still money
aint dropping, thats real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, on a nigga raps
Something like a
But wake yo' ass up
Something like your on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is 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 it right back to you with it