Luyện nghe bài hát The High

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

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

yeah...
I'm in that tip (Tip)
And my home
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 worth a blocks....
(all that man, I a fo, a duece)
It started in temp, flippin mid's by them 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 fulfill order
what you nigga's order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, 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 them bricks for the high and the by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

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

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

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

[Jizzal
I'm the of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a
I'm working hard white, So I twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta
My money in stacks (Stacks)
And I just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda man
You'll never know me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp
so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha
come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
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 pills too
you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
This shit 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 by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and 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 on the block til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think like me (Like Me)
Jeans saggin, fitted 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 ride

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got crack than a curb, Fuck 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 extra (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like people
Keep my 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 dope Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I from a farm man

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

Dash]
You see how I get wit the get down
I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other 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....

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