Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

Tical get, blacker than blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my
yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow
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 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 then that Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
with us is a straight suicide

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

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd kick the facts and catch you with the rapture
More than you 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 your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

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

Your broke down, light your flare
Since the dark tears you into 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 and second half 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 the spot, check glock
Empty off a off a hip hop
the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your spot?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
Hittin' switches, wigs with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in planets like Diga

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

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

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

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