Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

[J. - Verse 1]
play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You listening to the most high like the on dope
Now that
My deep now fish for that
Only real niggas something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't
So he f-cking bitches he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, what the hell I 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 clubs like an old ass
Life is a movie, your own role
your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit crying thats like sitting round dying
You wanna the sky bitch you figure out flying

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

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

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the trees squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your
Think I need to trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but look I'll smoke or steal again
In your courtroom out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just 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 long coming
Tell my roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets thick than nothing to do
the windows 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 a shot 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 is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your to take all that
I know weak heart gotta break off that
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 first
12 from now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm counting money
Cole aint dropping, real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
Something like a
But wake 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,

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