Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
Twista
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

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 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
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, dro, beat the trunk
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

out I put a little bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
get the whole 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 of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that don't a
Niggaz they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a hellafied
When the dough become no
I'm going to that 2003 on 19"

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

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
Hang on 'cause here I'm
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 roll
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole like a poet

Shit, and when it come to good 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 ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
at you like sharks to meat
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully 'cause 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 purple in the back cryin'
Twis' and get fucked up

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

me the
Let me my

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