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 ultimate

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

the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcore
Raw to the raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't it
With more Fruitier then that 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 that ass raw breakin' all the 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 open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at temple with the intent to kill
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 me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
Your broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood
6 million ways to die, so I
Made it 6 and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they cant me now
me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope when you payed for 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 So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my

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

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get,
a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your weed we got our fuckin' own
Check it, I 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, from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

Hey boy, your's the rude boy on the
You try and stop the bum you will get popped
As I run around with a
My style was born in the 50 cases
Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk 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, and glocks in ya
Enter the cent, lyrics like Nico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who the best punks take a sip and test
Who split vest the funk phenomenon
I'm bombin' you like blow canals of Panama
off stamina

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

I fly heads than Continental
ya 5 times like US Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
I em up proppa ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
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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