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 full a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead like a vulture

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

While the planets and the stars and the moons
When I raise my trigga finga all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and
Raw to the floor raw Reservoir Dogs

The Bandit can't stand it
more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the got me wild
Fuckin' us is a straight suicide

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

Fucka, we don't no rap tour
I'd rather kick the 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 intent to
And end your existence,
Ain't no use for resistance,

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

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

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 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 you payed for your Billboard spot?

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

Look up in the sky a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, a damn thing changed
How high? So high I can kiss the sky
How sick? So that you can suck my dick

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

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

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

I get it on like
take a sip and test
Who split vest
The phenomenon

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

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A
switches, twistin' wigs with
Fat radical mathematical scriptures
I dig up in your planets Diga

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

Wreck ya 5 times 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 breaks 'em up

Ask Biggie Smalls Shot Ya'
doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the like Rickle
To make mind tickle

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)