Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

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

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

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your
Tical it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

For real, I keeps it ill like a of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to
And end your existence,
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 like a clutch with the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till 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 your 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)
use to play me, now they can't forget me now

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

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

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

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

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

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

My style was 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, and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, wigs with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an
Look I'm not a half way with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
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 nine
(Yo Red, yo Red)
ass pussy ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)