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 bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city you in a solid cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I know how to change 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 busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift them up off of 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 open, croakin'

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people 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', stealin' my
Would, could, and break a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You the vapors
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 I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping 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 the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
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 it's a game
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
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be
out so hard
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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 hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, 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 somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with and with some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world a poet

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

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

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

me the
Let me my

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