Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let know who is this

And who nigga?
Twista
it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm trapped on center
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
a nigga 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 busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a at night, so talk shit
And I'm a them up off of they toes
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of dro
Smokin', chokin', get open, croakin'

so potent, I'm hoping 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 it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my
Would, could, and should break a 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
Give me the microphone, and is like, "Leave me alone"

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you what I'm on, come on and kick it
ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches wanna party
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and in the party
Get money hoes, get crunk

out I put a little bit of hash
On some motherfuckin' purple
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then shit in a rage
In the Netti he by the belly, Gucci
stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To come and you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm the fluids 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'
Represent for my city, that different with me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, shit
I'ma him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him, I my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters don't feel a
claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough no bigger
I'm to drop 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 that wanna
Just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

We balling out of control, I on, play on, pimp on
A speed daemon, pedal to the metal 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 I came a long way
From letting me hold somethin', to roll
a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline
And then him and send him to the cemetery
With a flow for the world like a poet

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

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

it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want I'm on, come 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

me the
Let me my

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