Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city you in a solid cage
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 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
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 with of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
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, good riddance I'm feelin'
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a 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
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, smoke dro, the trunk
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

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 in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To and give 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 blood for fuckin' thugs 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 whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
When the become no bigger
I'm to drop 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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
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 it come to shippin' good nigga
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 sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm 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 back
and Ludacris get fucked up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just it, great players 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