Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know about to go down right?

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a and I crack 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 at night, so talk 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 open, croakin'

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 riddance I'm feelin'
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga 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 what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, 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

out I put a little bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole hood
To come and give you back up

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies want to come at this
If they got buckets of for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for it's 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 my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
When the become no bigger
I'm to drop that 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 players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up with and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world a poet

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

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

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, beat the
All the bad ass that wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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