Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it from the

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

[Incomprehensible] the ultimate high,
The high

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

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir
The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is straight suicide

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

I bees the rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to me pull mad sluts
I shift a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get
Your shit down, light your flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood Squares
6 million to die, so I chose
Made it 6 and 1 with your eyes closed

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

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

Look up in the sky it's a it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick you can suck my dick

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't on till the Ruckus get, home
a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need dirt weed we got our fuckin' own
Check it, I havoc with my hectic
Bring the lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big East
niggaz pack toast home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

Hey boy, your's the boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get
As I run around with a
My was born 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

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and in ya
Enter the cent, bang like Nico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the best punks a sip and test
Who your vest the funk phenomenon
I'm you like Lebanon blow canals of Panama
Just off

not to be fucked with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those A Bit-ches
Hittin' switches, wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in planets like Diga
Boo, you, blew you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got
To the spliff, and read Mad magazine

I fly heads than Continental
ya 5 times like US Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a way crook with bad looks
But I may your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa ask Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like to make your mind tickle
For the nine

Yo Red, yo Red
ass pussy ass
You ain't say no more man, that's it
up Tical, We Out
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