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 that I gotta 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 stage
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I still a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags 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 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', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just it, great 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 motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac 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 better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no
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, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

We out of control, I floss 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 I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a flow for the whole world a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is 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 back of the club with in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want I'm on, come 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

me the
Let me my

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