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!)
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 by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

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

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

[Dame
Nigga I do my thing
Kind of fuckin hustlers are

yeah...
I'm posted in tip (Tip)
And my home
Blew an ounce of 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, deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a 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 math for a (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill order
what you nigga's wanna
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp the carter
Rebirth! don't cut out my
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 bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame
Now see I the shit these niggaz is talkin
hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm 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!
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
lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even touch
My come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Civic man
never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the
Tryna my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's that to pop (Pop)
You know I got them too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin some wheels fool
This don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize!

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

Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my 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....

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

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack 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 extra blow (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 people
my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? shit, my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it I....
And I tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit like I came from a farm man

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

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

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

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