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 pocket a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead like a vulture

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

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

The green-eyed bandit can't it
With more Fruitier Loops then Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' us is a straight suicide

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 at your door
bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours
Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture

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 your with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M E T, no use for resistance, H O D

I the ultimate 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 don't stop till I get

shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood
6 million to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and half on your monkey ass
And yo my man hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they cant 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 when you payed for billboard spot?

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

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So Sick you can suck my dick

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

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

Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block
You try and the bum rush you will get popped)

As I run around 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 ricochet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an AK- matic
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

I fly heads 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 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 nine
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass, ass
(You gotta say no more man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)