Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
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 look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I don't how to change 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 weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
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 open, croakin'

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers 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 the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
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
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

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

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
kill 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
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
claiming 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 drop that 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, smoke dro, 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 fuck hoes, get

We out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal I'm in the zone
on 'cause here I'm gone
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 fill him up venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never up with 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 tell a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and get fucked 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, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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