Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'Scuse me as I the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body 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 diggy down diggy down

While the and the stars and the moons collapse
I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause 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 Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
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 like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the 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 pull mad
I shift like a with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't till I get enough

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now 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 when you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

'Til my man Raider Ruckus home
It ain't really on 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

it, I brings 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

from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run around a racist

My style was born in the 50 stair
Dig it, eff a rap
He talk about it I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it

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

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

I'm bombin' you like
Blow canals of
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 scriptures
I dig up in your planets like

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

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

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

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