Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
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 culture?
the dead body like a vulture

Tical get, blacker than your 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 planets and the stars and the moons
When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the
ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir

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

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

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

For real, I it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the to kill
And end your existence,
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 with the
my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

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

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 can't 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?

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

Look up in the sky it's a bird a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn changed
How high? So high that I can the sky
How sick? So 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 need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

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

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack
Home of the kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum 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 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 brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

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

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

ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal
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)