Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

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

While the planets and the stars and the collapse
When I raise my trigga 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 Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
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 mine to get

Fucka, we don't need no rap
I'd kick the facts and catch 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 steel
at your temple with the intent to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
no use for resistance, H-O-D

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
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they can't 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 dope when you payed for your Billboard

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

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

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

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

My was born in the 50 stair 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

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

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

I'm bombin' you like
Blow canals of
Just off
Styles not to be fucked with, or with

Fuck the pretty hoes, I those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs
Fat mathematical 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 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 your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I 'em up proppa

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

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)