Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin' it from the

Oh, my
Sing it
How high,
Take my
Where it gone 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 die for their culture
the dead body like a vulture, Tical get
Blacker your blackest stallion hit your house
I represent the Shaolin' my nigga
Hell yes, now, the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
with us is just 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 rules like 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
than you bargained for
Tical, that open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a 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 don't till I get enough
shit broke down, light your flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood Squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
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 you payed for your billboard spot?

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

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

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

Hey boy, the rude boy on the block
You try and the bum rush you will get popped
As I run with a racist
My style was in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk about it while I 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
Rollin an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Who the best punks take a sip and test
Who your vest the funk phenomenon
I'm bombin' you Lebanon blow canals of Panama
off stamina

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

I fly heads than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US Air off an
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad
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 like Rickle to make your mind
For the nine

Yo Red, yo Red
Punk ass ass
You gotta say no more man, that's it
up Tical, We Out
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