Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makes Me High

Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. If you look into my (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 me. Ie been through him, and him, and him, and then
come at m again. I know niggas that in the pen, and for you and them.
Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be to the music. Boom! Hit
the stage, to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it,
for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be
your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold heart 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, in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off
bang! Well, then let me finish with love. I off to hit the club with the
bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it my love.

Tell me you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.

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

I making love to my music, like my music my lady. Brandi,
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i Krayzie, and we high off that
Thai. My why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded. Premeditate m or bust, and label me 'out
it, 'out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God my homie
[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he here to rap a
song, another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ause
we don in this land of the loc, where brothers, they smoke trees up with
dust, and see, bleed. Then they plead. uase i on top, straight ballin
Makinlove to my woman, but my music steady callin and stallin But it
comes to me, you should let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my
music. I ...

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it pumpinto me thuggin self
in check. Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and the
perfect potion. When i coastinroll a blunt up, roll m up. Put some of
jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on old school, homie, let hit the
dance floor. really makes me happy. When i stressin mental hot, I put
on some instrumentals. Stop, I think about what I 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 for this 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 upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average
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 stress and 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: 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. game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And 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 like
rounds I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,
creepin livinlife on the deep end. 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 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 we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, 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 that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in
me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all know who the I be, niggas!

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.)