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
Stalk the dead body a vulture

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

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

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

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

Fucka, we need 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 with the intent to kill
And end your existence,
no use for resistance, H-O-D

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

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

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)
Bitches use to play me, now they forget me now

me not, I rock 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 for your Billboard spot?

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

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

'Til my man Raider Ruckus come
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

Check it, I havoc with my hectic
the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my dome piece
I got no love 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 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 about 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, nouns and in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like
Rabbit, I brings havoc an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat radical type scriptures
I dig up in your like Diga

Boo, you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the marines, I got
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 crook with bad
But I may murder your 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 tools Rickle
To make mind tickle

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