Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a street regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a little bit of
On some purple haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you some up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

been up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I a long way
From me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

Shit, and when it come to shippin' nigga
Who Who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the flow so

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard as we
fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the of the club with purple in the back cryin'
and Ludacris get fucked up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

This a Wildstyle
Twista and collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah