Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

'Scuse me as I the sky
a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their
Stalk the dead body like a

Tical get, than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I the Shaolin my nigga
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 raise my trigga finga all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs

The Bandit 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 your
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 kick the facts and catch you with the
More than you for
Tical, that stays open like an all night

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

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

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the dark tears you into Hollywood squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with eyes 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 forget me now

Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
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 doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my

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 you can suck my dick

'Til my man Raider Ruckus home
It really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

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

Hailin' from the big East
Where niggaz toast
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 with a racist

My style was in the 50 stair cases
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 like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat radical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

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

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

For the nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass ass
(You gotta say no more man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)