Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go right?

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I confine to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You the vapors
And I the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole hood
To come and give you back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm going to drop that on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world a poet

Shit, and when it to shippin' good nigga
Who Who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the so strong

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the with purple in the back cryin'
and Ludacris get fucked up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

This a production
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it,