Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to change my
I still hear a fool and I 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good I'm feelin' good
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, 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, dro, beat 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

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit 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 leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him 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, smoking on a fat
haters 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 dough no bigger
I'm to drop that 2003 on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck 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
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm 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 with venom and with some
And then kill him and send him to the
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the of the club with 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, on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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