Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
Twista
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 solid
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to change my
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

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

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake 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 the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole hood
To come and you some 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 thugs that I
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him 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 don't a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to drop that on 19"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money 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 I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up venom and with some adrenaline
And kill 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 Who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the flow so

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I spark the
at you like 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' where the and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the 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
ride, smoke 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 money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it,