Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I 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 left or the but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I know how to change my ways
I still a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
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 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 I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and 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
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and give you back up

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you my city or not, talk shit
kill him especially if he say my name

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

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money 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 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
letting me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can when a mark is hard as we
Come fully 'cause 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 Ludacris get up

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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