Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine 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 don't know how to my ways
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause 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 shit
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
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, brain blown, honey I'm
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck 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 ripping shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
get the whole motherfuckin' hood
To and give 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' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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

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

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

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

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
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 in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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