Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'Scuse me as I the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for culture?
Stalk the dead body a vulture

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

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

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

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

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you the rapture
More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open 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
no use for resistance, H-O-D

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

Your broke down, light your flare
Since the dark tears you into Hollywood squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
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 monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they forget me now

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

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

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

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

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

from the big East Coast
Where niggaz toast
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum you will get popped)
As I run around a racist

My was born 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
blunts an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga

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

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

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