Luyện nghe bài hát Stay High

(featuring Eightball & MJG & Buck)

[DJ
Yeaaaaah!
For the time it's goin down, history baby!
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring and MJG, Young Buck!
It's a thing!

[Hook: J]
I stay high, ie, ie,ie, ie,ie, ie,ie, ie
I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I gotta high, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I gotta high, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I stay high, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie

J]

Call me the Juice and you I'm a stunt
Ridin in the car with some in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know a pump
Breakin down the green, rollin the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the
Ice on the with the ice in the chain
Ridin through the hood, got me grippin the
And I'm the same, while I'm changin the lane
Eyes tight cause I'm cho-ckin the green
Vision messed up I'm drinkin the lean
Messin with a D-Boy, them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my
She gotta give it up she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I I'm a star
Cause I'm in the club, I be back in the far
Of the V.I.P. part and be the bar

[DJ
DJ is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your around me nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drank me believe your drank gonna get drunk up
You leave your around me if she bad she gonna get stuck
These niggaz despise, we them lives
And them eyes tight, ridin round what they like
a couple nuns, a couple of dykes
So purple, p-purple, and swallow it down with
the yurple, yurple,
goin dowwwwwn

[Young
Puff puff pass roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga us one
pulled out the Phantom, niggaz can't stand it
But hoes gonna come out
Just really smoke my weed, fuck these hoes and stack my g'z
Stop at the light and on Three
Hit the and it be all on me but
Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po, the window
I roll the indo
Know mad, cause I'm rollin Benzos
This that purple, not
Three 6 Mafia them my kinfolks, so I'm in
Memphis,
I just might not bring my own cause them niggaz let me smoke it for free

Black]
What's up (how you doin?), Mary Jane (stalkin me)
I have met ya girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (stole my heart), right from the (right from the start)
So I broke you down, lil put you in the gar (put you in the gar)

Split, roll, full of dro
the club full of Rose' Mo
Your girlfriend wanna with me
In a car with a where she supposed to be
You ain't met no dude it cold as me
The bag of kush cost 650, have a nigga who Reggie Miller
Coughin and chokin
Taste fruit when you hit it, gotta have bread to get it
all night, sleep all day
That's to me the way
Roll that shit, that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit
that shit out slow, then pass it to me bro

MJ finna sprinkle in of that, super incredible
a nigga runnin back
Where that nigga the good sticky number at?
Cuttin up a cigarillo a lumber jack
In the mornin, what I need, is to, breath me in a whole lotta but uh
I'm needin somebody to give me what I
when I want nothin less then the best of the
DJ and Juicy J, Eightball and MJG
And Young Buck we don't give a fuck we must this Tennessee
We drink a lot of Hennessy (WHAT!)
got a lil hair on his chest
Do me Bill Clinton girl, take it out ya mouth
and shoot it right there on your

J]
I gotta stay
, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie