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, tell me you see, you see ...

See, they don understand me. Ie been him, and him, and him, and then
come at m again. I know niggas in the pen, and figgas for you and them.
Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be to the music. Boom! Hit
the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many for it,
lied for it, get a chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be
your fortress tonight. your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. of it
heavenly fangs distained for my explanation on ane. The 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 with the
bud and the track, hit the mud. the gun, it my first love.

Tell me you see, you see ... If you look into 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 making love to my music, like my music my lady. Brandi,
intoxicated. __. And i chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that
Thai. My reason why, 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, 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 day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack 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. Then they plead. i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady and never stallin But it
comes to me, you please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any of music, as long as it pumpinto keep me thuggin self
in check. the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music the
potion. When 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
floor. Music really makes 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 facts, sit back and relax, now
is all right. If it wasn for this 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 me with talent, like the average thug
nigga, would I vanish? But this platinum got us established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and yll can 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: me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Nigga, it don't stop, and it stop ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my with 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 it. It like automatic
rounds I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can 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 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 cross the boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. ause me and my music, nigga, we take that shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, just the thug in
me, mixed up the indo 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 music me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)