Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it from the
Tippy?
How
The high

me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket a rye
Who the fuck die for their culture?
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 down, diggy 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 raw like Reservoir Dogs

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

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

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

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

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

Your shit down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I
it 6 million and 1 with your eyes 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)
use to play me, now they can't forget me now

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

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

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

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

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

My was born 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, lyrics bang like
Rabbit, I brings with an A-K matic
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
Blow of Panama
Just off
Styles not to be with, or played with

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

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

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 Smalls 'Who 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)