Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, 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 what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you some up

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

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz 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 become no
I'm to drop that 2003 on 19"

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

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

Shit, and when it come to good nigga
Who Who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the flow so

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

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

me the
Let me my

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