Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

i wear a mean dark pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya see my eyes(Young Money)
unless my is ben you dig?

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-1-Lil'

blik,blak, back out thee in a hog
and you i redo da inside like da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge
mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a
you cant me but we can have a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and up my massage (ha)
then it's flowers for da dead give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Charge
while you niggaz just
im so much imma fuck around and barf
and red is tha of my scarf
and undastand to a your dwarf
my flow off
so sick all i 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)

Charge]

bitch i come da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack
we love to count stacks,we love to pump
i killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack
dats some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma it in just until,you get it clear
you heard dat,dats my and i meant dat
dont temp me,ill leave you up in ya Bently
me(yea)

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

[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-4-Mack

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