Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for culture?
Stalk the dead like a vulture

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' with us is a straight

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, at your door
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue
Pointed at your temple the intent to kill
And end your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on
The Egyptian use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop I get enough

Your shit broke down, your flare
the dark side tears you into 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
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 born in the 50 cases
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
Enter the centa, lyrics bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
blunts an all day habit

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

I'm you like Lebanon
Blow canals of
off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, A Bitches
Hittin' switches, wigs with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like

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

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

Ask Biggie 'Who Shot Ya'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like
To make your mind

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