Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a 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 talk
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people 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', stealin' my
Would, could, and break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

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

Look out I put a little bit of
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
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To and give you some 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 they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of
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 stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

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

Shit, and when it come to shippin' nigga
Who that? Who that?, I got the 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
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can 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 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 I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that 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 production
Twista and collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah