Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

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

The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
with us is a straight suicide

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

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the 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 with the 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 clutch with the
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, your flare
the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares
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 glass and 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 rock the spot, glock
Empty off a 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
It's the funk spock smokin' Buddha on a train
How high? So high I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my

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

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

it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' piece
Plus I got no for the beast

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum 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, and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' an all day habit

I get it on like
Punks a sip and test
Who split vest
The funk

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in your like Diga

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

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

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

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