Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The high

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

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't it
more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me
Fuckin' with us is a straight

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

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

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

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

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million to die, so I chose
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 me, now they can't forget me now

Forget me not, I the spot, check glock
off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block
How you dope when you payed for Billboard spot?

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

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

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

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

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

My style was in the 50 stair 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

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

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets 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 half way with bad looks
But I may murder your case your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em up

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

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)