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 see a little bit of brighter days
'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 stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and '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 wouldn't be 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 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, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep 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, my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

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 that party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' 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 blood for fuckin' with that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
the dough become no bigger
I'm to drop 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A speed daemon, to the metal 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 a long way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I spark the
at you like sharks to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You know we love 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 I'm on, come on and kick 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 fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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