Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

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

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

See, they don understand me. Ie through 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. 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 just sing,
we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it
heavenly fangs distained for my 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. Keep the gun, it my love.

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

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.)

I making to my music, like my music my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off
Thai. My reason why, like R. Kelly, I I can fly. And plus, around me I
can see, my clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and please label me 'out
it, 'out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my
[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still to rap a
song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, the top on that Alize! ause
we don play in this of the loc, where brothers, they smoke trees up with
dust, and see, they bleed. they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
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 as it pumpinto 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
jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on old school, homie, let hit the
floor. Music really makes 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, then put it to wax, and some facts, sit back and relax, now
everything is all right. If it wasn for music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
ause a nigga ain goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it
wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the 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 though it stress and 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 won't stop ause i can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it stop,
ause it won't stop, it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly up instrumentals, you remember
that ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. 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 streets together. And we on a mission to up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs I bring come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do in person.
Whatever you do when you the gunline boss, little 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 break 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 love to my music, my music. My makes me high.
(Bizzy: me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)