Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

i wear a mean dark 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 like da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
ridin' wit a bitch prettier thanan a
mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a
you cant have me but we can a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and up my massage (ha)
then it's for da dead bedda give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and i do i San Diego Charge
while you just starve
im eatin' so much imma fuck and barf
and red is tha color of my
and undastand to a giant 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)

Charge]

bitch i from da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack
we love to count stacks,we love to pump
i love da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack
dats just some grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and bang it in just until,you get it clear
you heard dat,dats my word and i dat
dont temp me,ill 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 me rappin' wit Wayne
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!!!)

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 thing for dem big
fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts
5'4 mamis wit head and fake tits
dat uh dont get loose ova Goose,and act up
5'7 bitches wit both dat tick dick
all dey really is like 2 pills and 6 blunts
wake up in da mornin' and count money and grits
she dont really no english so we dont say shit
(chyea)Wayne let it rain on em'
Motha Nature wit da paper her Mack Mayne on em'
(yea) like go 1 thousand(swoosh)
there go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now dat ass like you cant
pay yo cable so you tryin' watch da Saints
60 inch ATACHI,livin' Liverachi
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold heart of da Nazis
this classic,like ol' school Heratchies
you get cho grill cooked like it was a
word to Rodney(bazooka)(yea)

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)