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 their
Stalk the body like a vulture

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

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

The Green-Eyed can't stand it
With more 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
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and you with the rapture
than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue
at your 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 like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop I get enough

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the dark side tears you into squares
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 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 bullet on my
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard

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

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

'Til my man Raider come home
It really on till the Ruckus 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 havoc with my
Bring the lyrics screamin' 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 pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum rush you 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 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
the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

I'm bombin' you like
Blow of Panama
Just off
not to be fucked 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 your planets Diga

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

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

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

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