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!)
Nigga you wanna be what I be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin 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....

[Dame
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get doin anything!

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 really do my
of fuckin hustlers are y'all?

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

On the wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill order
what you nigga's order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I break one down, and the rest 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 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 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
lined up like, cars 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 just how to get it man
A low profile, be ridin a Honda Civic 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 dealin wit tha
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my
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 them too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, you spinnin like some wheels fool
This shit stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize!

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

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

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

Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' (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 they like me (Like Me)
Seven saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the when the ride droppin

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get 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 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 it's (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 around wit chickens like I came 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....

Dash]
You see how I get wit the get down
Nigga I got a car for 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
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold music, that shit was easy!!
Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the fuck is be now!!!