Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

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

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)

Wayne]

blik,blak, back out 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 thanan a
mami wanna soldier ,baby Sarge
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 bedda 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 fuck around and barf
and red is tha of my scarf
and undastand to a giant your
my flow off
so all i gotta 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 come from da of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to gats
we love to count stacks,we love to pump
i love da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack
just some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and bang it in just until,you get it clear
you heard dat,dats my and i meant dat
dont temp me,ill 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 for dem big trucks
fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts
5'4 mamis wit nice and fake tits
dat uh get loose ova Goose,and prolly act up
5'7 bitches wit both legs dat dick
all dey need is like 2 pills and 6 blunts
wake up in da mornin' and count and make grits
she dont really know no so we dont say shit
(chyea)Wayne let it rain on em'
Motha Nature wit da paper doin' her Mack on em'
(yea) like go 1 thousand(swoosh)
like go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now shake dat ass like you
pay yo cable bill so you watch da Saints
60 inch ATACHI,livin' Liverachi
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
da poperizee,a.c. cold like heart of da Nazis
this classic,like ol' school Heratchies
you get cho cooked like it was a Batchi
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)