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 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 that in the pen, and 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 chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be
fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ause
gracefully we age all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it
fangs distained for my explanation on ane. The fame was the sum of
our money, in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off
bang! Well, let me finish with 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 making love to my music, my music. My music me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

I making love to my music, like my my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i Krayzie, and we high off that
Thai. My reason why, like R. Kelly, I I can fly. And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and please label me
it, 'out it. As I my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless 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 that Alize!
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
to my woman, but my music steady callin and never stallin But it
comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make to my
music. I ...

I music. Any kind of music, as long as it pumpinto keep me thuggin self
in check. the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music the
perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, roll m up. Put of them
jams on. And, nigga, we so put on some old school, homie, let hit the
floor. Music really makes me happy. When i stressin mental 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 facts, sit back and relax, now
everything is all right. If it wasn for music, i be dead, fuck a jail,
a nigga ain never 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 vanish? But this platinum got us established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and yll can it.
though it stress 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 you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop ause i just quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And it don't stop,
ause it stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. I gotsta have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the end. Better believe you won catch 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 together. And we on a mission to stick 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 we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little be puttinhis
in. ause 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 just the in
me, mixed up with the and the OlE. When I drop 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.)