Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you it's about 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 you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
a street sweeper 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', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You caught the
And I the throne, brain blown, honey 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, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

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

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for thinkin' 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 him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to drop that on 19"

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 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 daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
Find a victim, fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the of the club 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, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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