Luyện nghe bài hát How High

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 fuck wanna die for their
Stalk the body like a vulture

get, blacker 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 down diggy down down

While the and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all y'all hit the decks
'Cause no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw Reservoir Dogs

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

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your
bring 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 you with the rapture
More than you for
Tical, that stays like an all night store

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

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

shit broke down, light your flare
Since the side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million to die, so I chose
Made it 6 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)
Bitches use to play me, now they forget me now

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

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, 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 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 that you can suck my

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

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

from the big East Coast
Where niggaz 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 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 bang rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K
Rollin' an all day habit

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

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

Fuck the hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' with
Fat mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your like 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 like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook bad looks
But I may murder case like your name was Cal Brooks
I 'em up proppa

Ask Biggie 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 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)