Luyện nghe bài hát How High (remix)

Takin' it from the top? Tippy?
How high? The ultimate

me, as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for culture
Stalk the dead body a vulture

get, blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, now, the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down down

While the planets and the and the moons collapse
I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and
Raw to the raw like Reservoir Dogs

The green-eyed can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam
Plus, the got me wild
with us is a 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 glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get
Fucka, we don't need no rap
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture

More than you for
Tical, that stays open an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to
And end your existence, M E T, no use for resistance, H O D

I bees the rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me mad sluts
I shift a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark 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 your 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 on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard

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

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

'Til my man Raider Ruckus home
It really on till the Ruckus get, home
a methbone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't your dirt weed we got a fuckin' own

Check it, I brings havoc my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast, from the big East Coast

Where niggaz pack
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 with a racist
My style was born in the 50 cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it

up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like
Rabbit, I havoc with an AK- matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

I get it on like
take a sip and test, who split your vest
The funk phenomenon, I'm you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama, just off
Styles not to be with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those A bitches

switches, twistin' wigs with
Fat radical type scriptures
I dig up in your like Diga,
Boo, you, blew you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got
To the spliff, and read Mad magazine

I fly heads than Continental
Wreck ya 5 like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way with bad looks
But I may murder case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em up proppa, ask Smalls, Who Shot Ya?
doctor, with the 12 gauge 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 man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)