Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

The Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' with us is a straight

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, lyric at your door
Tical it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

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

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

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

Your shit down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I
Made it 6 and 1 with your eyes 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 play me, now can't forget me now

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

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

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

'Til my man 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 need dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat radical mathematical scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

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

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To your mind tickle

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