Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who else
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I myself to a city near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the left or the but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't know how to 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, 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain 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 shit
And I'm a lift them up off of toes
With a street sweeper quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and with bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

It's so potent, I'm 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, 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 the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home
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, come on and it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal up in the truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
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 that want to come at this
If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with that I bury
My adversaries better not none of Twis'
for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him if he say my name

I've been up on him, I handle my
And I'm a stick him up for the
From K-Tilla, on a fat piller
Murder that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims grow to a sight-scene
When the dough become no
I'm going to drop that on 19"

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 party
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
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
on 'cause 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 letting me somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then fill him up with and with some adrenaline
And kill him and send him to the cemetery
With a for the whole world like a poet

Shit, and when it come to shippin' good
Who that? Who that?, I got the open
And the herb got the flow so

Never up with 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 tell when a mark is as we
Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to
Always screamin' where the and the dro at?
You know we that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the cryin'
Twis' and Ludacris get up

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, beat the
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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