Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know about to go down right?

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
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 weapon and I crack his 'cause 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 talk
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm to keep 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 keep it hidden, riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
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 that party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
Want to get me for the
get the whole motherfuckin' hood
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 come at
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I
My adversaries 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 my city or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a stick him up for the
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna 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 on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard as we
Come loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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