Luyện nghe bài hát The High

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

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 fuckin hustle, 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....

[Dame
Nigga I do my thing
Kind of hustlers are y'all?

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

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

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

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

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

Dash]
I got in different continents nigga!
Nigga I did my trips in London, that?
is wrong wit ya'll?!?

[Jizzal
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling
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 even gotta
My come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda man
You'll never it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he on my chirp phone
Connects so (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha
They come from the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the
double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's that to pop (Pop)
You know I got pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you like some wheels fool
This shit stop, I move this work clockwise
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 + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

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

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

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy get some 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 snow, like an eskimo
And when the slow (Show's slow)
I cook blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get extra dough (Extra Dough)
the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like 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 beat it my....
I the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens I came from a farm man

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

[Dame
You see how I get wit the get down
Nigga I got a car for everyday of the
And two cars for the weekends, nigga 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....

Dash]
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, 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 years I started that shit, sold my for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the is gonna be now!!!