Luyện nghe bài hát High

{Lil'

We
Yeah..
The on me and i promise baby
I'm in my
Wizzle, on..

Verse 1 {Lil'

One 90
Subline in my shiny
is inside the pool
Shot down who
Come round a loli gat
Leave around with the bag
stiff, toes green
Give him a tag
niggaz but realize
Hes a behind the flash
nigga
So presidential, to my dad
Gotta ask how i got 4 takes to me bad
I'm mad as a mothafucka, why im
Brought a bag, brought a nigga that's high im
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and bitch
Hit u youre high, now you it, now you sit
Hardcore baby,
Hot
Stop

What you know it
It's not for a baby, unless you f baby
And please say the baby you say it mothafucka
Chorus Wayne}

on,
Ridin' in my
night
Left on my steering wheel
Red
Cops in my
But them cuz im high
Yeah, baby im so
Again,
Ridin' in my
night
Left on my steering wheel
Red
in my rearview
But fuck them cuz im
Baby, im so,

2 {Birdman}

See, we ride for nigga
A g to my name
I dos nigga
I'm the change nigga
So whos to blame
the game nigga
say i did it
So them niggaz
I the plan nigga
I gave the game
Im doin my
Still them niggaz
I know the lane
I know the pain
I the famoust
Still fuck niggaz
Shh..
Yeeah, we chillin with them on us
Riiide the nigga, while we down our hood riches
Thinking about the hood niggaz
Never got the chance to hit licks before them 6

And if done it how we done it
Nigga for the law
Cuz we when they were commin.
haaands up!
And every summer, i had nigga
Spent a million dollars like it was nothin

{Lil' Wayne}

on,
Ridin' in my
Late
Left palm on my steering
Red
Cops in my
But them cuz im high
Yeah, im so high
Again,
in my wheel
Late
Left palm on my steering
Red
in my rearview
But fuck cuz im high
Baby, im so,

Verse 3 Wayne}

it
And no can
And no nigga
Fuck me
Play me, no
Cuz I
Got meet, fo sho,
And I, got these,
To blow, fo sho,
up
Now if you me, put your guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the playa hate us before he
Bang, that,
Pop, that,
Yeah! fall back man who
baby, a hundred gran, you understand
Your wife be fittin me perfect, exactly
Change off my ass
Pocket showin',
'n' roll
We can to my bed, yeah
Clothes have you
Patrone, a glass yeah
Wow, now she hot
Not its on, now bad
I let her clothes
she gone to my bed
And I'm gone to my bed, right her
Got a questions and that pussy
I to go and find it and
I might find her if i hit her right her
I get her how i got her
Now she diggin my
Shit, like a
But like,
I dont, her at all
Im just roger
Until, things off
But we
This is cash money, young
Get it

Chorus {Lil'

on,
Ridin' in my
night
Left on my steering wheel
Red
Cops in my
But them cuz im high
Yeah, baby im so
Again,
Ridin' in my
Late
Left palm on my wheel
Red
in my rearview
But fuck cuz im high
Baby, im so,