Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid 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 change my
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
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, 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 seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin'
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and break a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, 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 what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just 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 some purple haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and you some back up

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the 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'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you my city or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

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

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, on and kick 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

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 wind when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I a long way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with 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 a mark is hard as we
Come loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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