Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a and I track '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 his brain '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 shit
And I'm a lift up off of they 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 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 lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
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, blown, honey I'm home
me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"

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 wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

out I put a little bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
stepping on the petal 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 it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies want to come at this
If they got of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And you from my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

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

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what 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

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
Hang on 'cause here I'm
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
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' nigga
Who Who that?, I got the sack open
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 like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
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 players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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