Luyện nghe bài hát How High

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

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

Tical get, 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 down diggy down

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more Fruitier Loops that 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
Tical bring it to ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

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

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

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and second on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they forget me now

Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
Empty off a 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
It's the funk doctor spock Buddha on a train
How high? So high I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

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

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

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

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, you's the 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 stair
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
the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
blunts an all day habit

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

I'm bombin' you like
Blow canals of
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 mathematical scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga

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

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

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

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