Luyện nghe bài hát The High

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

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

[Dame
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....

Dash]
Nigga I 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 john
I got the for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty
Tryna make a quick flip, like my Maceo
I'm on my haters, signin 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, 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 order?
06' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I break one down, and the 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....

Dash]
Now see I the shit these niggaz 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 purp by the
I'm posted on the block til the sun go

[Dame
I got houses in different nigga!
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember
Fuck is 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 gotta touch
My come 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 it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm wit tha curribeans'
They come cross 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 like to pop (Pop)
You I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you like 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 by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

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

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

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 on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, like Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, dead people
my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (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 it like 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 like I from a farm man

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

[Dame
You see how I get down wit the get
I got a car for everyday of the week
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....

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