Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
more 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 Murder 1, lyric at your
Tical bring it to ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

Fucka, we don't need no rap
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture
than you bargained for
Tical, that open like an all night store

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

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

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the and second 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 the spot, check glock
off a lickin' 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
the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick you can suck my dick

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

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

Check it, I brings havoc my hectic
the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome
Plus I got no for the beast

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

My was born 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
the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
blunts an all day habit

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

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

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

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

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

Ask Biggie 'Who Shot Ya'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like
To make mind tickle

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