Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

While the planets and the stars and the moons
When I raise my trigga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
ain't no need for that, hustlers 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 Bombazee got me
Fuckin' us is a straight suicide

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

Fucka, we don't no rap tour
I'd kick the facts and catch you with 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 the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get

Your shit broke down, light your
the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hailin' from the big East
Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum you will get popped)
As I run around with a

My style was born in the 50 cases
Dig it, eff a rap
He talk 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 with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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