Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down

Gotta let them know who is

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 look to the left or the right but
I'm on center stage
An' I rap to the beat
But I don't how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to

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 busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk 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 them open,

It's so potent, I'm hoping to 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 hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin'
I'm weapon-concealin', my neighborhood
Would, could, and should a nigga off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and
You caught the
And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm
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, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a little bit of
On motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the Netti confetti he by the belly,
Timberland stepping on the up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the motherfuckin' hood
To come and give you 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 they got buckets of 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 thinkin' a game
And whether you from my city or not, shit
kill 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
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
haters that don't feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really be killers
out so hard
The size of my grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the become no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass that wanna party
Just shake it, great players get
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
I got paper, you owe
And now I came a long way
From me hold somethin', to roll somethin'
Find a victim, then him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then kill him and him to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole like a poet

Shit, and when it come to good nigga
Who that? Who that?, I got the open
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 sharks to
The is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded I'm hard to beat
screamin' where the drug and the dro at?
You we love that cut up
In the back of the club purple in the back cryin'
and Ludacris get fucked up

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
Just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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