Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go 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 near you in a cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to my ways
I still 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 weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
With a street regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
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 should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my 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 want what I'm on, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the confetti 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 come and give you some up

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not want none of
for my city, anybody that different with 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

been 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 it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm to drop 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 shake it, players 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 'cause here I'm
In the motherfuckin' when 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 with venom and with adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully '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'
and Ludacris get fucked up

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

me the
Let me my

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