Luyện nghe bài hát Higher

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

Gotta let them who is this

And who nigga?
nigga
it out

Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city you in a solid cage
An' you could look to the or the right but
I'm trapped on stage
An' I could rap to the
But I don't 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 brain I'm a hustler, baller, pro
An' it be right for me
To be busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk
And I'm a lift up off of they toes
With a street 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 hide it or keep it hidden, good I'm feelin' good
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 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 bitches that wanna
shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
Get money fuck hoes, get

Look out I put a little bit of
On some motherfuckin' haze
I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the confetti he by the belly, Gucci
Timberland on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfuckin'
To and give you some back up

We can get it and if you want to do it
I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to at this
If they got of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different me
Got to get him for thinkin' it's a
And whether you from my city or not, talk
I'ma kill him if he say my name

been up on him, I handle my business
And I'm a him up for the scrilla
From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
Murder haters that feel a
Niggaz claiming they want to it, but really don't be killers
out so hard
The size of my rims to a hellafied sight-scene
the dough become no bigger
I'm going to drop 2003 on 19"

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

We balling out of control, I floss on, on, pimp on
A speed daemon, to the metal when I'm in the zone
on 'cause here I'm gone
In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on
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 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 herb got the so strong

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

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 money fuck hoes, get

me the
Let me my

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