Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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 wanna die for their culture?
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 down diggy down down

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

The Bandit can't stand it
With Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is a straight

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, at your door
Tical bring it to 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
More than you for
Tical, that stays open like an all store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
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 on dust
The Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light flare
the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I
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)
use to play me, now they can't forget me now

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

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

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

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

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

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, and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics like rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat radical 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 Mad magazine
I fly more heads Continental

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

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

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