Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I confine to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and 'em
a nigga for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
With a street regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
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, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money 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 shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you 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 got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him especially if he say my

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a 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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' when 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, fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world like a

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
The blood is softly, I can when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm 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 cryin'
and Ludacris get fucked up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just 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
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it,