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 dead body like a

Tical get, blacker your blackest stallion
Hit your projects, I represent 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 moons
I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
with 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 like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

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

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

I bees the ultimate to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they 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 Billboard spot?

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

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

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

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

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz pack
of the drug kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run with 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

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
blunts an all day habit

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

I'm you like 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 type scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga

Boo, scared you, blew you to
Fuck the marines, I got
To the spliff, and read Mad magazine
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 your case like your name was Cal
I 'em up proppa

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

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