Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'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 body like a vulture

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

While the planets and the 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 raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With more 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 Murder 1, lyric at your
Tical it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

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

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

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

Your shit broke down, your flare
Since the dark side 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 glass and second on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
use to play 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 bullet on my
How you when you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

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

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

Hailin' from the big Coast
niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug and cut throats
(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 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, bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc with an A-K matic
blunts an all day habit

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

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

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

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

Wreck ya 5 like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way with bad looks
But I may your case like 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 like
To make mind tickle

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