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 head is ben you

[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 da inside like da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
ridin' wit a bitch thanan a dabarge
mami wanna ,baby im'a Sarge
you cant have me but we can a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and fuck up my (ha)
then it's flowers for da dead bedda em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Diego
while you niggaz starve
im eatin' so 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 gotta do is

[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)

Charge]

bitch i from da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack
we love to stacks,we love to pump backs
i love killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and
dats some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma it in just until,you get it clear
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 block back in da
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
fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts
5'4 mamis wit nice and fake tits
dat uh dont get ova Goose,and prolly act up
5'7 bitches wit both legs dat dick
all dey really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts
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 Mack on em'
(yea) like go 1 thousand(swoosh)
there go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now shake dat ass you cant
pay yo cable bill so you tryin' watch da
60 inch ATACHI,livin' Liverachi
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold heart of da Nazis
this year classic,like ol' Heratchies
you get cho grill cooked like it was a
word to 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)