Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it the top?

Oh, my
it daddy
How high,
my mind
Where it never before

[Incomprehensible] the ultimate high,
The ultimate

Excuse me as I the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their
Stalk the dead like a vulture, Tical get
Blacker than your blackest hit your house
Projects I represent the 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 y'all niggaz hit the
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir
The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is just 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 need no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rap-true
More than you for
Tical, that stays open an all nite 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 ultimate rush to any nigga on
The Egyptian Musk use to have me mad sluts
I like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light flare
Since the dark tears you into Hollywood Squares
6 million ways to die, so I
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 me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
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, it's a
It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' on a train
How high? So high that I can the sky
How So sick that you can suck my dick

Look up in the sky it's a bird a plane
Recognize, Blaze, ain't 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 the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red
We don't need your dirt we got our fuckin' own
Check it, I brings havoc my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics for the antiseptic
Movin' on your kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome piece
Plus I got no for the beast, hailin' from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast home of the drug and cut throats

Hey boy, your's the boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you get popped
As I run around a racist
My style was born in the 50 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 bang like
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin blunts an all day I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the best punks a sip and test
Who split your vest the funk
I'm bombin' you like Lebanon blow canals of
off stamina

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

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 was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa ask Biggie '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
Punk ass ass
You ain't gotta say no man, that's it
up Tical, We Out
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