Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

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

The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier 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 1, lyric at your door
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple the intent to kill
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 have me mad sluts
I shift a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I stop till 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 closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second 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, check
Empty off a off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
How you when you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug and cut throats
(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 stair
Dig it, eff a rap
He about it while I live 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' an all day habit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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