Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. If you into my eyes (tell me what 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 through him, and him, and him, and
come at m again. I know niggas in the pen, and figgas for you and them.
Evil creepinon my people. are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit
the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. tried for it,
lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let be
your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, your heart and just sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. of it
heavenly fangs 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 finish with thug love. I off to hit the with the
bud and the track, hit the mud. the gun, it my first love.

Tell me what you see, you see ... If you 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 love to my music, like my music my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that
Thai. My reason why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, me I
can see, my vision clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and please label me
it, it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my homie
[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he here to rap a
song, another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ause
we don play in this land of the loc, where brothers, they trees up with
dust, and see, bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my steady callin and never stallin But it
comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I love to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it keep me thuggin self
in check. Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and the
perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, m up. Put some of them
on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, homie, let hit the
dance floor. Music really makes me happy. When i stressin hot, I put
on some instrumentals. Stop, I think about what I done through. I put it
to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit and relax, now
everything is all right. If it wasn for music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
ause a nigga ain never goinback to that hell. 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. yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and yll can have it.
Even though it stress and strain in the game, one 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 ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it won't stop, ause it just quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you
that thuggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won me sleepin
put up a beat and I heat, the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my
we sleep 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 stick up the industry
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring
hollow. Nigga we can do in the song, or nigga we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be
work in. me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, it's the thug in
me, up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

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.)