Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid
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 change my
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his '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 lift up off of they toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' 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, blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

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

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and you some back 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 with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma kill him 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 haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money 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
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
a flow for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can when a mark is hard as we
Come fully 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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