Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I still 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 weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
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 with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"

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

out I put a little bit of hash
On some purple haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for it's a game
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him 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 they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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, 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

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

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I spark the
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 hard to
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the with purple in the back cryin'
and Ludacris 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, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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