Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. If you look into my eyes (tell me you see.) Tell
me you see, you see ...

If you look into my eyes, me what you see, you see ...

See, they don understand me. Ie been him, and him, and him, and then
come at m again. I know niggas in the pen, and figgas for you and them.
Evil my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit
the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many for it,
lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. orbit, let gravity be
your tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. in rain. Evidence of it
heavenly distained for my explanation on ane. The fame was the sum of
our money, chained in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a
bang! Well, then let me with thug love. I off to hit the club with the
bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it my love.

Tell me you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.

I making love to my music, my music. My makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you into my eyes.)

I making love to my music, like my my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off
Thai. My why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded. m or bust, and please label me 'out
it, 'out it. As I collect my thoughts, me a breath. God bless my homie
name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a
song, just another day. ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ause
we don play in this land of the loc, where brothers, they smoke up with
dust, and see, they bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight
Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady callin and stallin But it
comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it pumpinto keep me thuggin
in check. Maintain the I got to keep my composure, and music the
perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, m up. Put some of them
jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on old school, homie, let hit the
dance floor. Music really makes me happy. When i stressin hot, I put
on some instrumentals. Stop, I about what I done been through. I put it
to paper, put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now
everything is all right. If it wasn for this music, i be dead, a jail,
ause a ain never goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it
wasn for the man upstairs me with talent, like the average thug
nigga, would I But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us
lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and yll can have it.
Even it stress and strain in the game, one thing I can do is ... Is
the music.

I making to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop ause i just quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like
rounds when I put this down. fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won me sleepin
put up a and I heat, dismiss the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my
music we and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and
we run the together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs I bring come
hollow. we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. ause me and my music, nigga, we don't that shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in
me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I this thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all who the fuck I be, niggas!

I making to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you into my eyes.)