Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

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

If you look into my eyes, 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 that in the pen, and figgas for you and them.
creepinon my people. Chances 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 catchy chorus and fly for it. orbit, let gravity be
your fortress tonight. your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ause
gracefully we age through all the pain. in rain. Evidence of it
fangs distained for my explanation 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 club 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: me what 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 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 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 another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize!
we don in this land of the loc, where brothers, they smoke trees up with
dust, and see, they bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight
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 love to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it pumpinto keep me 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 of them
jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on old school, homie, let hit the
dance floor. Music really makes me happy. i stressin mental hot, I put
on some instrumentals. Stop, I about what I done been through. I put it
to paper, put it to wax, and kick 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 never goinback to that hell. Feel me. me. And if it
wasn for the man blessing me with talent, like the average thug
nigga, I vanish? But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us
living lavish. yourself, survival 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 making 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 can't quit. This be
runninthrough my veins nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic
when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won catch me
put up a and I heat, dismiss 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 stick up the industry
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do in person.
Whatever you do you cross 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. I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all know who the I be, niggas!

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.)