Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

get, blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, 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 finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir

The Green-Eyed can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' with us is a straight

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

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

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
Pointed at your with 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 a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough

shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into 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 second half on your 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 on my block
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 smokin' on a train
How high? So high that I can the sky
How sick? So sick 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 that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

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

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

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

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

up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks 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 take a sip and
Who split your
The funk

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat radical mathematical 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 heads than

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

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

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