Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a

Tical get, than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I represent the 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
When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcores
Raw to the raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
with us is a straight suicide

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, lyric at your door
Tical bring it to 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 and catch you with the rapture
More you bargained for
Tical, that open like an all night store

For real, I it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to
And end your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

I bees the ultimate rush to any on dust
The Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood
6 million ways to die, so I
Made it 6 and 1 with your 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
(Tical)
Bitches use to me, now they can't forget 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 for your Billboard spot?

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

Look up in the sky it's a bird 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 Raider come home
It really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt we got a fuckin' O

it, I brings havoc with 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

Hailin' from the big East
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 around a racist

My style was in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap
He about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it

Look up in the, I got the verbs, and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' blunts an all day

I get it on like
take a sip and test
Who your vest
The phenomenon

I'm bombin' you like
Blow canals of
off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga

Boo, you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the marines, I got
To light the spliff, and read Mad
I fly more heads Continental

Wreck ya 5 like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em up

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To make mind tickle

For the nine
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)