Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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

(How high)

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

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary play your position, no
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on
Now that
My poetry's deep now fish for
real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in
Both did the crime but his homie tell
So he f-cking bitches he sitting lonely in a cell
well, what the hell I been on
They a nigga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
is a movie, pick your own role
Climb own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting round
You wanna touch the sky you figure out flying

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

Nigga how high, so high 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 smoke we got plenty of

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to quit 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's ya
You need ya armour cause them out here tryna shoot ya
crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but look I'll smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep
But right now I'm high enough to probably a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't
Would you the book at me
What if I'm sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long time
Tell my nigga roll me up

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe once in a
When the tention gets than there's nothing to do
Through the of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I 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 little man?
I understand, you frustrated career aint how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now when they rap
All you is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for projects to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off
Boy, look, Cole World is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the first
12 months from now, you'll be having the year
No tears for the haters, I'm counting money
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
like a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on day
I smoke two l's with ya this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

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