Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it from the

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

[Incomprehensible] the ultimate high,
The ultimate

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, get
Blacker your blackest stallion hit your house
Projects I represent the my nigga
yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcore
Raw to the raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Bandit can't 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 1 lyric at your door
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 facts and catch you with the
More you bargained for
Tical, that stays like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
at your temple 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 Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your
Since the side tears you into Hollywood Squares
6 million ways to die, so I
Made it 6 million and 1 with your closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your ass
And yo my man, hit me now
Bitches use to play me now cant forget me now
Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you when you payed for your billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a
It's the doctor Spock smokin' Buddha on a train
How So high 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 come home
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
it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' piece
Plus I got no for the beast, hailin' from the big East Coast
Where niggaz toast home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

Hey boy, your's the boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get
As I run around a racist
My style was born in the 50 cases
Dig it, ff a rap he talk 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 Nico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on Smif'n'Wes
Who clicks the punks take a sip and test
Who split vest the funk 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 Section A
Hittin' switches, Twistin' with
Fat radical mathematical scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga
Boo, scared you, blew you to
the marines, I got machines
To the spliff, and read Mad magazine

I fly more heads 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 name was Cal Brooks
I em up proppa ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge
Look, I got the tools Rickle to make your 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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