Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I 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 lift them up off of toes
With a street regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

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

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

Look out I put a little bit of
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping 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 for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters don't feel a
claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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

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

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
Twis' and get fucked up

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

me the
Let me my

This a Wildstyle
Twista and collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah