Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

While the and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Dogs

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

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, at your door
Tical 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 rather kick the and catch you with the rapture
More than you for
Tical, that stays open like an all store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel
Pointed at your temple with the to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
no use for resistance, H-O-D

I bees the ultimate to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad
I shift like a clutch the Ruck
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Your shit down, light your flare
Since the dark side you into Hollywood squares
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
Empty off a off a hip hop
the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you for your Billboard spot?

up in the sky, it's 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 So sick that you can suck my dick

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a
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 Ruckus come
It ain't really on the Ruckus get, home
Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

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

from the big East Coast
Where pack toast
Home of the kingpins 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Biggie Smalls 'Who Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools Rickle
To make your tickle

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