Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to change my
I still 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 weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
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,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers 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 a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, 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, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

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

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
haters that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be
Balling out so
The of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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 that party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

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 'cause here I'm
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
a flow for the whole world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
and Ludacris get fucked up

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
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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