Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm trapped on center
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
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack '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 shit
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
With a street sweeper 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 keep on
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You caught the
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 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 in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit 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 whole hood
To come and give you some up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
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 stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, 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 to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, 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 money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
Hang on 'cause here I'm
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came 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
a flow for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we love 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, come on and it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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