Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
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 look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on center
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em
a nigga for the day to days

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 around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night, so shit
And I'm a lift them up off of they
a street 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 soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and
You caught the
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, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
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 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 out of the bodies that want to come at this
If got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

been up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz they 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 dough no bigger
I'm to drop that 2003 on 19"

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 party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

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 here I'm gone
In the wind when I'm sippin' on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world a poet

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

Never up with it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't now when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like to meat
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 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 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 fuck hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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