Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

'Scuse me as I the sky
a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their
the dead body like a vulture

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

While the and the stars 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 floor raw like Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is a 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 glass
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

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

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

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

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

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
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now 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 bullet on my
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard

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

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

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

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' piece
Plus I got no for the beast

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum rush you get popped)
As I run with a racist

My style was born in the 50 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, nouns and in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics like rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

I get it on Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and
Who split vest
The phenomenon

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, A Bitches
switches, twistin' wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in your planets like

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

ya 5 times like 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 'em up proppa

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

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)