Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'Scuse me as I the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket a rye
Who the fuck die for their culture?
Stalk the dead like a vulture

Tical get, blacker your 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 all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir

The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
with us is a straight suicide

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, lyric at your door
Tical it to that ass raw
all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and you with the rapture
More than you for
Tical, that open like an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
Pointed at your temple the intent to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
no use for resistance, H-O-D

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

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 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
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they can't 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 payed for your spot?

up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a
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 it's a
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing
How high? So high that I can 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 meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt weed we got a O

Check it, I brings with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the
Movin' on left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece
Plus I got no love for the

from the big East Coast
Where niggaz toast
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 with a racist

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

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

I get it on Smif'n'Wes
Punks a sip and test
Who split your
The funk

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in your like Diga

Boo, scared you, you to smithereens
the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad
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 case like your name was Cal Brooks
I 'em up proppa

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

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