Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm on center stage
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
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
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 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 it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should a nigga 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
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, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline 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 whole hood
To come and 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 with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

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 that don't a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to drop that 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, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake 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 metal when I'm in the
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world like a

Shit, and when it come to shippin' 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 now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great 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