Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

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

Tical get, blacker than your blackest
Hit your projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga
yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down down

While the and the stars and the moons 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 raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Bandit can't stand it
With Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
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
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

Fucka, we don't no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and you with the rapture
More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all night

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

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

Your shit broke down, light flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood squares
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 half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to me, now they can't forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, glock
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red
We don't need your dirt we got a fuckin' O

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where pack toast
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum 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, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' an all day habit

I get it on like
Punks a sip and test
Who your vest
The funk

I'm you like Lebanon
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 mathematical scriptures
I dig up in your like Diga

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

ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way with bad looks
But I may your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I 'em up proppa

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

For the nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass ass
(You gotta say no more man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)