Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it from the

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

[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 wanna die for their
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, get
Blacker than your stallion hit your house
Projects I represent the my nigga
Hell yes, now, the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down down

While the and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my 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 then that Toucan Sam
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' us is just straight suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at door
Tical it to that ass raw breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get
Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rap-true
than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite
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 have me pull mad
I shift like a with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I stop till I get enough
shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into Squares
6 million to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And the glass 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 rock the spot, check
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
How you dope you payed for your billboard spot?

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

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

Till my man Raider Ruckus come
It ain't really on the Ruckus get, home
Puff a 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 with my
Bring the Pain lyrics for the antiseptic
Movin' on left kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast home of the 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 born in the 50 stair
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 like
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the best take a sip and test
Who split your vest the phenomenon
I'm bombin' you like Lebanon blow of Panama
Just off

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

I fly more than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US Air off an
Look I'm not a half way with bad looks
But I may murder your like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle to your mind tickle
For the nine

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