Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days
I confine 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 rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I '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 talk
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
With a sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin'
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 the throne, brain blown, honey 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
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
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 Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
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 buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma kill him if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't a
claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great 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, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
on 'cause here 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 me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up venom and with some 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 good nigga
Who that? Who that?, I got the open
And the herb got the so strong

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now I spark the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard 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 back of the club with purple in the cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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

me the
Let me my

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