Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

Tical get, blacker than your stallion
Hit house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun
It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down 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, hustlers and
Raw to the raw like Reservoir Dogs

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

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

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

For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
no use for resistance, H-O-D

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

Your broke 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 your closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they can't 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 Billboard spot?

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

up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So high I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick you can suck my dick

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

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

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

My style was born in the 50 stair
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, nouns and in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

I get it on like
Punks take a sip and
Who your vest
The funk

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in your like Diga

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

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an
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'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To make mind tickle

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