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Bone Thugs N Harmony - Music Makes Me High - текст песни, видео

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Bone Thugs N Harmony - Music Makes Me High - текст песни, видео

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Bizzy:
Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell 
me what you see, you see ...

If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ...

Bizzy:
See, they don抰 understand me. I抳e been through him, and him, and him, and then 
come at 慹m again. I know niggas that抯 in the pen, and figgas for you and them. 
Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit 
the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, 
lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be 
your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, æ…¶ause 
gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it抯 
heavenly fangs distained for my explanation on æ…¶ane. The fame was the sum of 
our money, chained in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off 
bang! Well, then let me finish with thug love. I抦 off to hit the club with the 
bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it抯 my first love.

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

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

Supervision:
I抦 making love to my music, like my music抯 my lady. Sippinon Brandi, 
intoxicated. Humminto __. And i抦 chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that 
Thai. My reason抯 why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I 
can抰 see, my vision抯 clouded. Premeditate 慹m or bust, and please label me 慴out 
it, æ…´out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my homie 
[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a 
song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! 慍ause 
we don抰 play in this land of the loc抯, where brothers, they smoke trees up with 
dust, and see, they bleed. Then they plead. 慍uase i抦 on top, straight ballin 
Makinlove to my woman, but my music抯 steady callin and never stallin But it 
comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my 
music. I抦 makinlove ...

Krayzie:
I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it抯 pumpinto keep me thuggin self 
in check. Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music抯 the 
perfect potion. When i抦 coastinroll a blunt up, roll 慹m up. Put some of them 
jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, homie, let抯 hit the 
dance floor. Music really makes me happy. When i抦 stressin mental hot, I put 
on some instrumentals. Stop, I think about what I done been through. I put it 
to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now 
everything is all right. If it wasn抰 for this music, i抎 be dead, fuck a jail, 慶
ause a nigga ain抰 never goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it 
wasn抰 for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug 
nigga, would I vanish? But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us 
living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and y抋ll can have it. 
Even though it抯 stress and strain in the game, one thing I can抰 do is ... Is 
stop the music.

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

Layzie:
Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop æ…¶ause i just can't quit. This game be 
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop, 
æ…¶ause it won't stop, æ…¶ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my 
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It抯 like automatic 
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember 
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers, 
creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won抰 catch me sleepin 
put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my 
music we sleep 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 stick up the industry full 
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come 
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person. 
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis 
work in. 慍ause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the 
pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in 
me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I 
make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

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