Luyện nghe bài hát The High

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

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

Dash]
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money anything!

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

[Dame
I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin are y'all?

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

On the hill wit shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a (For a Quarter??)
one, I fulfill nigga's order
what you nigga's wanna
06' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop
And for my pay, I hit the when the sunrise
I one down, and the rest goin for the high

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

Dash]
Now see I like the these niggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other hustla's
why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!

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

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

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

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

Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

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

Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the 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 they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the droppin

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

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

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

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

Dash]
Fuck is wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!
Started and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, that was nuthin!!
In five I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch the fuck is gonna be now!!!