Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to my ways
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a 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 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 sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with 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, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers 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 a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, 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 what 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

out I put a little bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
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
to get me for the wood
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to at this
If got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, talk
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, on a fat piller
haters that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my grow 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 what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 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
letting me hold 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 flow for the world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I the heat
at you like sharks to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club purple 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 bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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