Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it the top?

Oh, my
it daddy
How high,
Take my
Where it never gone

[Incomprehensible] the ultimate high,
The ultimate

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, get
than your blackest stallion hit your house
Projects I represent the my nigga
yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down down

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I raise my trigga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcore
Raw to the floor raw Reservoir Dogs
The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is just suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your
bring it to that ass raw breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get
Fucka, we don't need no rap
I'd rather kick the and catch you with the rap-true
More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all store
For real, I it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to
And end existence, M E T
no use for resistance, H O D

I bees the ultimate to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad
I like a clutch with the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark side you into Hollywood Squares
6 million to die, so I chose
it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
use to play me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
How you dope when you payed for your spot?

Look up in the sky, a bird, it's a plane
It's the doctor Spock smokin' Buddha on a train
How high? So high I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my

up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing
How So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

Till my man Raider come home
It ain't really on the Ruckus get, home
Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your weed we got our fuckin' own
it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome
Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz pack toast home of the drug and cut throats

Hey boy, the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum you will get popped
As I run with a racist
My style was in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, ff a rap he talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it

up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the cent, lyrics bang Nico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the punks take a sip and test
Who split vest the funk phenomenon
I'm bombin' you like Lebanon blow canals of
off stamina

Styles not to be fucked with, or with
the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin' switches, Twistin' with
Fat radical type scriptures
I dig up in your like Diga
Boo, scared you, you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got
To light the spliff, and read Mad

I fly more than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US Air off an
Look I'm not a half way crook bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
I breaks em up ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge
Look, I got the tools like Rickle to make mind tickle
For the nickle

Yo Red, yo Red
Punk ass ass
You gotta say no more man, that's it
up Tical, We Out
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