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
at m again. I know niggas that 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. 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 and just sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. in rain. Evidence of it
heavenly distained for my explanation 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 with thug love. I off to hit the club with the
bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it my love.

me what 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 to my music, like my music my lady. Sippinon Brandi,
intoxicated. __. And i chillinwith 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 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 another day. While ya bullshhhhh, the top on that 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 callin and never 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 mentality I got to keep my composure, and the
perfect potion. When i 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 some facts, sit back and relax, now
everything is all right. If it wasn for this music, i be dead, a jail,
ause a nigga ain never goinback to hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it
wasn for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average
nigga, would I vanish? But this platinum got us established. Got us
living lavish. Apply yourself, tactics, nigga, and yll can have it.
Even though it stress and strain in the game, one 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 won't stop ause i just can't quit. This 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 gotsta have it. It automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the 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 streets together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little 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 break that bitch. Nigga, it's just the in
me, mixed up the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

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