Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
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
a nigga 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 be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk
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 Twista with 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 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
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You the vapors
And I the throne, brain 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 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, great 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 it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole 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 bodies that to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
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 I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

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

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard as we
Come loaded '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 with 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great 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,