Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them 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 left or the but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a 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 wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and 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, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, riddance 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, hold my 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 what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat 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 hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all over my body, with 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
to get me for the wood
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you back up

We can get into it and if you 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 thugs that I
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to 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 2003 on 19"

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

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal 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 I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
a flow for the whole world like a poet

Shit, and when it come to 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 untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the of the club with purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and get fucked 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 party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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