Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their
Stalk the dead body a vulture

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

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I raise my finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, 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' with us is a straight

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the like glass 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, stays open like an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue
Pointed at your temple the intent to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance,

I bees the ultimate rush to any on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me mad sluts
I like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I stop till I get enough

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And the glass and second half on your 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 the spot, check glock
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard

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

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

Check it, I brings havoc my hectic
Bring the Pain screamin' 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, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and the bum rush 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, nouns and in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your 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 times US AIR off an instrumental
I'm not a half 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 like
To make your mind

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