Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you look to the left or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to change my
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 crack his 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it wouldn't be for me
To be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, and Twista 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 seeing lions, and 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 a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my 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, smoke dro, beat the
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

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

We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at
If they got buckets of blood for with thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different 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

I've up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money hoes, get crunk

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

Shit, and when it come to good nigga
Who Who that?, I got the sack open
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 loaded 'cause I'm hard to
Always where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the with purple 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, come on and it
Let's ride, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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