Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
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 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
a street 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 on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers 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 break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and 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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
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 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 that to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I
My adversaries better not want none of
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you my city or not, talk 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
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
When the dough become no
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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 bitches that party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal 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 somethin'
Find a victim, then him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a flow for the whole like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard as we
Come loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the club with 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, 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 in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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