Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

(How high)

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

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

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

Nigga how high, so 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 like to we got plenty of trees

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your
I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma
A lot calmer when the through ya
You ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal
In your courtroom out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a
Man, just look at me, if I couldn't read?
Would you the book at me
if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long time
Tell my nigga me up something

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

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

How
How
How high,
How high,

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