Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them know who is

And who else
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm on center stage
An' I could rap to the
But I know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and '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 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, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get them open,

so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears, oh my
And I can't it or keep 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 what I'm on, on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a bit of hash
On some purple haze
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you 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 for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for it's a game
And whether you my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

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

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 in the party
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal 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 that I a long way
From me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
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 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 flow so

Never come up it unwise, and he
Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I the heat
Comin' at you sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You know we love cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back
Twis' and get fucked up

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, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

me the
Let me my

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