Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I that I gotta see a little 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 trapped on center
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his '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 toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
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, brain blown, 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 what I'm on, come on and it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
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 with the
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
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 and give you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And you from my city or not, talk shit
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 that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
out so hard
The of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to drop that on 19"

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
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the when I'm in the zone
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world like a

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

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

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

me the
Let me my

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