Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no 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 got me wild
Fuckin' us is a straight suicide

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

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

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

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

Your shit broke down, light flare
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood
6 million ways to die, so I
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 they forget me now

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

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

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

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

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum rush you 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 while I 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 havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' an all day habit

I get it on like
take a sip and test
Who split your
The phenomenon

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

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

Boo, scared you, you to smithereens
Fuck the marines, I got
To light the spliff, and read Mad
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 case like your name 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 tickle

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