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

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

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

I making love to my music, like my music my lady. 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, take me a breath. God my homie
[insert name], he one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a
song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on Alize! ause
we don play in this land of the loc, where brothers, they trees up with
dust, and see, they bleed. they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my music callin and never stallin But it
comes to me, you should let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it keep me thuggin self
in check. Maintain the I got to keep my composure, and music the
perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, roll m up. Put some of
on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, homie, let hit the
dance floor. Music really me happy. When i stressin mental 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
is all right. If it wasn for this music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
ause a ain never goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it
for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug
nigga, would I But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, tactics, nigga, and yll can have it.
though it stress and strain in the game, one thing I can do is ... Is
the music.

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.)

Nigga, it don't stop, and it stop ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it won't stop, ause it don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better you won catch 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 streets together. And we on a mission to up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or we can do this in person.
Whatever you do you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. ause me and my music, nigga, we don't take shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I break bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in
me, up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all know who the I be, niggas!

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