Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm on center stage
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, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack 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 at night, so talk shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and 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
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
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 that wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
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 stepping on the petal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole hood
To come and give you some up

We can get into it and if you 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 better not want none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you my city or not, talk shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
When the dough no bigger
I'm to drop 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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
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
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
a flow for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the cryin'
Twis' and 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, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass that wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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