Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'Scuse me as I the sky
a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck die for their culture?
Stalk the body like a vulture

Tical get, 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 down diggy down down

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't 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, lyric at your
Tical bring it to ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
Pointed at your temple with the to kill
And end your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

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

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark side tears you into squares
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 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
Empty off a off a hip hop
the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for Billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, a bird, it's a plane
It's the 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 it's a
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a 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 home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get,
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red
We need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

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

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

My style was born in the 50 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

Look up in the, I got the verbs, and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings with an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
switches, twistin' wigs with
Fat radical mathematical scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

Wreck ya 5 times US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad
But I may murder your case 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 your mind tickle

For the nine
(Yo Red, yo Red)
ass pussy ass
(You gotta say no more man, that's it)
up Tical, we out
(It's over)