Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I myself 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 could rap to the
But I don't know how to change my
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, '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 be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"

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

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

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

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to drop 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
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

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

Shit, and when it come to shippin' nigga
Who that? Who that?, I got the open
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 sharks to
The is softly, I can tell when 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 love cut up
In the back of the club with in the back cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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

me the
Let me my

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