Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter
'Cause I myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't know how to change my
I still hear a and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be 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 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 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 riddance I'm good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and break a nigga 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
me the microphone, and fools 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, smoke dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just it, great players 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 motherfuckin' haze
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole hood
To and give you some 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 of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
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 especially if he say my

been up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
haters that don't feel a
Niggaz they 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 become no
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on 'cause I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now that I came a way
From letting me hold somethin', to somethin'
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

Never come up it unwise, and he
you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to
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 we love that cut up
In the back of the club with 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
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 hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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