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 die for their culture?
the dead body like a vulture

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

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

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

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

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

For real, I keeps it ill a piece of blue steel
at your temple with the intent to kill
And end existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance,

I the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
it 6 million and 1 with your eyes 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 they can't me now

Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my
How you dope when you 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 that 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 that I can kiss the sky
How So sick that you can suck my dick

my man Raider Ruckus come home
It really on till 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 with my
the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome
Plus I got no for the beast

Hailin' from the big 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 cases
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 bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat mathematical 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 than Continental

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

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools 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)