Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
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, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
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 them open,

It's so potent, I'm to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should a nigga 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
me the microphone, and fools 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
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck 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 ripping in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
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 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 with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma him especially if he say my name

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to 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 going to drop 2003 on 19"

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

We out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
Hang on 'cause here I'm
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 with venom and with adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a flow for the whole world a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm to beat
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the with 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 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 production
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it,