Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Remix)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

While the planets and the and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs

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

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

Fucka, we don't no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture
More you bargained for
Tical, stays open like an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at temple with 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 Musk use to have me mad sluts
I like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get

Your shit broke down, light flare
Since the dark side 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 and second half on your 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, check
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
How you dope you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

'Til my man Raider Ruckus come
It ain't 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 my hectic
Bring the Pain screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece
I got no love for the beast

Hailin' from the big East
niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(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 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
take a sip and test
Who split vest
The phenomenon

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

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

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

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

Ask Biggie 'Who 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 say no more man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)