Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
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 left or the but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still a fool and I track '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 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 toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and 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, my balls and
You caught the
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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole 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 better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you my city or not, talk shit
I'ma 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 that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The of my rims grow 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 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 hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
Twis' and 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, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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