Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their
Stalk the dead body a vulture

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

While the planets and the stars and the moons
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 then that Toucan 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 your
Tical bring it to ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

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

For real, I it ill like 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 rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me mad sluts
I shift a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough

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

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

me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you when you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

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

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and the bum rush 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 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 havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

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

Boo, scared you, you to smithereens
the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad
I fly more 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 'em up proppa

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

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