Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

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

If you look my eyes, tell 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 that in the pen, and figgas for you and them.
Evil creepinon my people. 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 chorus and fly for it. orbit, let gravity be
your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. in rain. Evidence of it
heavenly fangs distained for my on ane. The fame was the sum of
our money, chained in a murder, shame, with 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. Keep the gun, it my love.

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

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

I making love to my music, like my my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we off that
Thai. My reason why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, me I
can see, my vision clouded. m or bust, and please label me 'out
it, 'out it. As I 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, 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, bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady callin and never But it
comes to me, you please 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 mentality I got to my composure, and music the
perfect potion. i coastinroll a blunt up, roll 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 mental hot, I put
on some instrumentals. Stop, I about what I done been through. I put it
to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit and relax, now
is all right. If it wasn for this music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
ause a nigga ain never to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it
wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average
nigga, would I But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, 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 love to my music, my music. My makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look my eyes.)

Nigga, it don't stop, and it stop ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop,
it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won catch me
put up a beat and I heat, 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 stick up the industry
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs I bring come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. me and my music, nigga, we don't take 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 drop this poetry, I
make all know 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 look my eyes.)