Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

While the planets and the 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 Dogs

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

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

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

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

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

Your broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side 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 glass and second half on your ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they can't me now

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

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

'Til my man Raider come home
It ain't on till the Ruckus 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 havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics for the antiseptic
Movin' on your 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
of the drug kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run with a racist

My style was born in the 50 cases
Dig it, eff a rap
He talk about it while I 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 like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings with an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

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

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

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

Boo, scared you, blew you to
the marines, I got machines
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 crook bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
I 'em up proppa

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Ya'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To your mind tickle

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