Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
nigga
it out

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

An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and '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 pimp at night, so talk
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, and Twista with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm to keep on floating
I'm wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm lions, and tigers 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, hold my and
You the vapors
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
Give me the microphone, and 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, smoke dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
shake it, great 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 purple haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the 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 to come at this
If got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that with me
Got to get him for thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma kill him 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 that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
Balling out so
The of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm to drop 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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' 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'
Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

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

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

me the
Let me my

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