Luyện nghe bài hát The High

[Dame Dash +
How rich niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you wanna be what I be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

I got them for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get doin anything!

I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I really do my
of fuckin hustlers are y'all?

yeah...
I'm in that tip (Tip)
And my homeboy
an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my sean jones
I got the for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty
Tryna make a quick flip, like my Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a blocks....
(all man, I need a fo, a duece)
It in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I nigga's order
what you nigga's wanna
06' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! don't cut out my
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the days
And for my pay, I hit the when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest for the high

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame
Now see I the shit these niggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other real
why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go

[Dame
I got in different continents nigga!
I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wit ya'll?!?

[Jizzal
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling
Bricks lined up like, cars at a
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even touch
My come in stacks (Stacks)
And I just how to get it man
A low profile, be ridin a Honda Civic man
You'll never it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, he clirpin on my chirp phone
so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my
Supplyin', towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's that to pop (Pop)
You I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize!

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash + Jim
get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first million when I was a (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they me (Like Me)
Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars the ride droppin

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)
I'm iced out, and keep snow, an eskimo
And when the slow (Show's slow)
I cook blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg (Egg Beater)
And ya bank shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can it like my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came a farm man

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get
I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, fuck is wrong wit you?!?

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, shit was easy!!
Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's what the fuck is gonna be now!!!