Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

i wear a mean pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya can't see my eyes(Young Money)
my head is ben you dig?

[chorus-Lil'

we high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)

[Verse-1-Lil'

blik,blak, back out garage in a hog
and you know i redo da inside da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge
mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a
you have me but we can have a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and fuck up my (ha)
then it's flowers for da bedda give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Charge
while you just starve
im eatin' so much imma fuck around and
and red is tha color of my
and to a giant your dwarf
my tho'ed off
so all i gotta do is cough

Wayne]

we high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)

[Verse-2-Diego

bitch i come from da of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to gats
we love to count stacks,we to pump backs
i love killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and
dats just some grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma bang it in just until,you get it
you dat,dats my word and i meant dat
dont temp me,ill you bent up in ya Bently
me(yea)

grown and nigga,back in da
straight da block back in da game
now run,tell,ya heard me wit Wayne
run,tell,ya heard me,rappin'
yea im off in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
drunk and cards in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
im in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
we got in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
(you know what?)we in dis bicth(BITCH!!!)

Wayne]

we high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)

[Verse-4-Mack

(ch-chyea,Mack,Rony,waddup nigga?)i got a thing for dem big
thick fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big
5'4 mamis wit nice and fake tits
dat uh get loose ova Goose,and prolly act up
5'7 bitches wit both dat tick dick
all dey really need is like 2 pills and 6
up in da mornin' and count money and make grits
she dont really know no so we dont say shit
(chyea)Wayne said let it on em'
Motha Nature wit da paper doin' her Mayne on em'
(yea) like go 1 thousand(swoosh)
there go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now shake dat ass you cant
pay yo cable so you tryin' watch da Saints
60 ATACHI,livin' like Liverachi
da latiz Forsachi,shoty in Mazeritee
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. like heart of da Nazis
this classic,like ol' school Heratchies
you get cho grill cooked it was a Batchi
to cousin Rodney(bazooka)(yea)

[chorus-Lil'

we high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)