Luyện nghe bài hát The High

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

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

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

Dash]
Nigga I do my thing
Kind of hustlers are y'all?

yeah...
I'm in that tip (Tip)
And my home
an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my sean john
I got the for the low (Low)
smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a flip, like my patna 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 started in that temp, flippin mid's by O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I nigga's order
what you nigga's order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the 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 trap 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 on the block til the sun go down....

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

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

[Dame
I got houses in continents nigga!
Nigga I did my in London, remember that?
is wrong 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 hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even touch
My money in stacks (Stacks)
And I know how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda man
You'll know 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 dealin wit tha
They come cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got pills 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 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....

[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 high and the purp by the
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell alex the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in (Right...)
up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got 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 that clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye wit me)
I'm out, and keep snow, like an eskimo
And when the show's (Show's slow)
I cook extra (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the pullin up, like it's 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, that's my pocket (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, call it (Roc-A-Wear)
I can it like my....
I treat the like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the
I ride around wit chickens like I from 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 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 them 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, nigga I can sell I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, shit was easy!!
Started 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!!!