Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
I confine myself to a city near you in a solid 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 hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and '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 talk
And I'm a lift them up off of they
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm hoping to 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, good riddance I'm feelin'
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a 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
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
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the out of the bodies that want to come at this
If got buckets 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 especially if he say my

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm to drop that 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 bitches that party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

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

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
Always 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 get fucked up

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

me the
Let me my

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