Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

'Scuse me as I the sky
a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the body like a vulture

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it
With Fruitier 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 door
bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get

Fucka, we don't no rap tour
I'd rather kick the and catch you with the rapture
than you bargained for
Tical, stays open like an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill 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 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 don't till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your
Since the dark side tears you into squares
6 ways to die, so I chose
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 me, now they can't forget me now

me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a 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 high? So high that I can the sky
How sick? So sick that you can my dick

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

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

Check it, I brings with my hectic
the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece
I got no love for the beast

Hailin' the big East Coast
Where pack toast
Home of the drug and cut throats
(Hey boy, the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum you will get popped)
As I run around with a

My style was in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap
He talk it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it

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

I get it on like
Punks take a sip and
Who split vest
The funk

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

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

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

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

Ask Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge
Look, I got the like Rickle
To make your tickle

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