Luyện nghe bài hát How High (remix)

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

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 like a vulture

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

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

The bandit can't stand it
With more Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' with us is a suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 lyric at door
Tical bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap
I'd rather kick the facts and you with the rapture

More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite
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, ain't no use for resistance, H O D

I bees the rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad
I like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million to die, so I chose
it 6 million 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 cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope when you 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

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

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

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

Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum you will get popped)

As I run around a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair
Dig it, eff a rap critic, he about it while 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, bang like ricochet
Rabbit, I brings with an AK- matic
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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 Mad magazine

I fly more heads Continental
ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
I 'em up proppa, ask Biggie Smalls, Who Shot Ya?
doctor, with the 12 gauge Mossberg

Look, I got the tools rickle, to make your mind tickle
For the nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass, ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)