Luyện nghe bài hát How High (remix)

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

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

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

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

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

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like 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

More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all store
For real, I keeps it ill like a of blue steel
Pointed at temple with the intent to kill
And end your 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 clutch the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man hit me now
use to play me now they cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check
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?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, a plane
the funk doctor 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 damn thing
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

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

Check it, I brings havoc with my
the Pain lyrics screamin' 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, you's the boy on the block
You try and the bum rush you will get popped)

As I run around with a
My was born in the 50 stair 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 brings havoc with an AK-
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
Blow canals of Panama, off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those A bitches

Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat radical mathematical scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to
Fuck the marines, I got
To light the spliff, and read Mad

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

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)