Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

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

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

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass
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
than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all store

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

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

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the dark side tears you Hollywood squares
6 million 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)
use to play me, now they can't forget me now

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

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

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can 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 don't need your dirt weed we got a O

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(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 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

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

I get it on like
Punks take a sip and
Who your vest
The funk

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

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

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools Rickle
To make your mind

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