Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know about to go down right?

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm on center stage
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I hear a fool 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 and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk
And I'm a lift 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 them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to 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 it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a 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
ride, smoke 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 fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and give you 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 fuckin' thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

been up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The of my rims grow 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the when I'm in the zone
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole like a poet

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

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

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

me the
Let me my

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