Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a and I track 'em, distract '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 be right 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, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
shake it, great players 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 Netti he by the belly, Gucci
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 into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not want none of
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
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, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

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

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
Twis' and get fucked up

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

me the
Let me my

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