Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

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 cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack '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 talk
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
With a sweeper 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 keep on
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 riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
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 that party
shake 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 with the
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To and give you some back up

We can get into it and if you 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' a game
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm going to 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 party
Just shake it, great players get
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
Hang on here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From 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
a flow for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when 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 I'm hard to beat
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the of the club with purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, on and kick 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 fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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