Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a 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 pimp at night, so shit
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 bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, 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 break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You caught the
And I the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want 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, 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 some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
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 to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you my city or not, talk 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
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't a
claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
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 what I'm on, come on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
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
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
letting me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

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

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

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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