Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a and I crack his brain '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 them up off of toes
With a street sweeper 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 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, riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You the vapors
And I the throne, brain blown, honey 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, on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole hood
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 that want to come at
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I
My adversaries better not want none of
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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 players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp 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 I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the
With a 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 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 sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is as we
Come loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the of the club with purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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

me the
Let me my

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