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 full a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body a vulture

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that 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 door
Tical bring it to ass raw
Breakin' all the like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rapture
More you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all 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
Ain't no use for resistance,

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on
The Egyptian use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop I get enough

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

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

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

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

'Til my man Raider Ruckus 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 your dirt weed we got a O

Check it, I brings 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 love for the

from the big East Coast
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 style was born in the 50 stair
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 brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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