Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift up off of they 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 wet and you can bet, people 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 the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
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, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To and give you some back 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' with that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And you from my city or not, talk 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 haters don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
the dough 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, come on and it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
on 'cause 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 with 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 open
And the herb got the flow so

Never up with 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 loaded '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 with purple in the back cryin'
and Ludacris get fucked 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 that wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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