Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and 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, I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

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

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, 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 you some back up

We can get into it and if you 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 adversaries better not want none of
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

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

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
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

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 I'm gone
In the wind when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and 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' good
Who that? Who that?, I got the open
And the herb got the flow so

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

me the
Let me my

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