Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it from the

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

[Incomprehensible] the high, baby
The high

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

While the planets and the stars and the moons
I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
with us is just straight suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 at your door
bring it to that 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 piece of 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 rush to any on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get
Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark tears you into Hollywood Squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they 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 billboard

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

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

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt we got our fuckin' own
it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the
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
Where pack toast home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

Hey boy, your's the boy on the block
You try and the bum rush you will get popped
As I run around with a
My style was in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk about it 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, lyrics bang Nico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the best punks take a sip and
Who split your vest the phenomenon
I'm bombin' you like blow canals of Panama
Just off

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

I fly more heads than
Wreck ya 5 times US Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook 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 Rickle to your mind tickle
For the nine

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