Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista 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, I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
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, I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

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

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To and give you some back up

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

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
haters that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming want to bring it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm to drop that 2003 on 19"

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

We out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 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 kill him and send him to the cemetery
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 herb got the flow so

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just it, great players 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