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 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.
creepinon 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,
for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be
your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and sing, ause
gracefully we age all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it
heavenly fangs distained for my on ane. The fame was the sum of
our money, in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off
bang! Well, then let me finish with thug love. I off to hit the club the
bud and the track, hit the mud. the gun, it my first love.

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

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.)

I love to my music, like my music my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that
Thai. My why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and please me 'out
it, 'out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God my homie
[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he 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 plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady 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 as it pumpinto keep me thuggin self
in check. Maintain the mentality I got to my composure, and music the
potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, roll m up. Put some of them
jams on. And, nigga, we 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 think about I done been 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 for this music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
ause a nigga ain never goinback to that hell. Feel me. me. And if it
wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average
nigga, I vanish? But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, tactics, nigga, and yll can have it.
Even though it and strain in the game, one thing I can do is ... Is
the music.

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.)

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 just don't quit. This be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly up instrumentals, you remember
thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin on the deep end. Better believe 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 together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that 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. 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 and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

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