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 wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead 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 diggy down diggy down

While the and the stars and the moons 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 Dogs
The Green-Eyed can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
with us is just straight suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 1 lyric at your door
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 no rap tour
I'd kick the facts and catch you with the rap-true
More than you for
Tical, stays open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
Pointed at your with the intent to kill
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 a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough
Your broke down, light your flare
Since the dark tears 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 shatter the and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
Bitches use to play me now cant forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope you payed for your billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, a plane
It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' Buddha on a
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 bird a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the get, home
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 brings havoc my hectic
Bring the lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' 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, the rude 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 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, and glocks in ya
Enter the cent, lyrics like Nico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like
Who clicks the best punks take a sip and
Who split your vest the phenomenon
I'm you like Lebanon blow canals of Panama
off stamina

Styles not to be fucked with, or 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 more than Continental
ya 5 times like US Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook bad looks
But I may murder your case like 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 make your mind
For the nickle

Yo Red, yo Red
Punk ass ass
You ain't gotta say no more man, it
up Tical, We Out
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