Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through it
Then I it right back to you with it

(How high)

love got to do, go to do with it
I get a taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right to you with it

[J. - Verse 1]
Visionary play your position, no
But yet I Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high the Pope on dope
Now that
My poetry's deep now for that
Only real niggas something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't
So he bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
well, what the hell I been on
They gave a five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old ass
Life is a movie, pick own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own
Sit around thats like sitting round dying
You touch the sky bitch you figure out flying

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
Nigga please, my squad stack of G's
And if your girl to smoke we got plenty of trees

how high, so high that I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could yo' bitch
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl to smoke we got plenty of trees

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma
A lot when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out Honda
For stashing that
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or again
In your wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high to probably steal a plane
Man, just at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I to look happy
It's been a time coming
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets thick there's nothing to do
the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is that a shot you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career going how you planned
it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your projects to take all
I know your heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats real funny
A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something like a
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is J

How
How
How high,
How high,

love got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through it
Yeah I send it right to you with it