Luyện nghe bài hát How High (Part 2)

Takin it the top?
Tippy?
How
The Ultimate

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

Tical get, blacker your blackest stallion
Hit house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun
It be goin' down, 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
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir

The Bandit can't stand it
With 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 glass
Nigga, you got to get to get yours

Fucka, we need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you the rapture
More than you for
Tical, that stays open like an all night

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue
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 pull mad
I shift like a with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get

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

The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap
And shatter the glass and half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now can't forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, 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?

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

up in the sky it's 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 sick that you can suck my

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

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

Hailin' from the big Coast
Where pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut
(Hey boy, you's the 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 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 rico-chet
Rabbit, I havoc 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 bombin' you Lebanon
Blow canals of
off stamina
Styles not to be with, or played with

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

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

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

Ask Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like
To your mind tickle

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