Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

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

The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
with us is a straight 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 catch you the rapture
More than you for
Tical, that stays like an all night store

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

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

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I
Made it 6 million and 1 with your 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)
use to play me, now they can't forget me now

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

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

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

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(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 stair
Dig it, eff a rap
He talk it while 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, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

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

Boo, you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the marines, I got
To the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly heads 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 case like your name was Cal Brooks
I 'em up proppa

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge
Look, I got the tools Rickle
To make your mind

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