Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

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

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

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

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture
than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all night

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

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

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the dark side tears you Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I
it 6 million and 1 with 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 me, now they can't forget me now

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

up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock Buddha on a train
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 a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

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

it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the
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 niggaz toast
of the drug kingpins 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 with a

My was born 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

up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

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

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

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

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To make your mind

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