Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a 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 know how to change 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 weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so 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 them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance 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 the throne, brain 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 want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
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 feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
get the whole 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 want to come at this
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 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
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
claiming they 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 become no
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, on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
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, play on, on
A speed daemon, pedal to the 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 a long way
letting me hold 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 world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can when a mark is hard as we
fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club with in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get 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, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
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 Wildstyle
and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah