Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and 'em
Jack a 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 shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a street 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 to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, 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', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, 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 what 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, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him 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 that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm going to drop that on 19"

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 wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
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 speed daemon, pedal to the 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
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up venom and with some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world like a

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
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard 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 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, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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