Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Whats love got to do, go to do it
I get a little taste 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 with it
Then I it right back to you with it

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

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

Nigga how high, so high that I could 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

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world
My hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out try to hit mine
Karma for the sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out Honda
For that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a
Man, just look at me, what if I 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 roll me up

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe once in a
When the gets thick than 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 that you threw man?
I understand, you career 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 gotta off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is the first beer
12 months from now, be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
Something a mummy
But wake yo' ass up
Something your mommy on school 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 I'm through with it
Yeah I send it back to you with it