Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know about to go down right?

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his '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 them up off of they toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, 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 what I'm on, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
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' with thugs that I
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

been 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
Niggaz claiming they to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

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 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 on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the wind 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 with venom and with some
And then kill him and send him to the
With a for the whole world like a poet

Shit, and when it come to shippin' good
Who that? Who that?, I got the sack
And the herb got the so strong

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
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 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, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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