Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go right?

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
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'

It's so potent, I'm 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 break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"

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

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To and give you some back up

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

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

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

We out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause here I'm
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world like a

Shit, and when it to shippin' good nigga
Who that? Who that?, I got the sack
And the got the flow so strong

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 a mark is hard as we
Come fully 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the club 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
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

This a production
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it,