Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

i wear a dark pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya can't see my eyes(Young Money)
unless my 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, out thee garage in a hog
and you know i da inside like da morgue
da Coupe blue,like da due on
ridin' wit a bitch prettier a dabarge
mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a
you cant 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 i do i San Diego Charge
while you niggaz just
im eatin' so imma fuck around and barf
and red is tha color of my
and undastand to a your dwarf
my flow off
so sick all i do is cough

[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-2-Diego

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

Mayne]

(ch-chyea,Mack,Rony,waddup nigga?)i got a for dem big trucks
fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts
5'4 mamis wit nice and fake tits
dat uh dont get loose ova Goose,and act up
5'7 bitches wit both legs dat tick
all dey really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts
up in da mornin' and count money and make grits
she really know no english so we dont say shit
(chyea)Wayne said let it on em'
Motha Nature wit da doin' her Mack Mayne on em'
(yea) there go 1 thousand(swoosh)
like go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now shake dat ass you cant
pay yo cable bill so you tryin' da Saints
60 inch ATACHI,livin' Liverachi
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold heart of da Nazis
year 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)