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 i redo da inside like da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge
mami soldier ,baby im'a Sarge
you cant have me but we can a menage(thats 3)
now rub me and fuck up my massage (ha)
then flowers for da dead bedda give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Charge
you niggaz just starve
im so much imma fuck around and barf
and red is tha color of my
and undastand to a your dwarf
my tho'ed 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 from da bottom 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
dats just some highy shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma bang it in until,you get it clear
you dat,dats my word and i meant 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 me rappin' wit Wayne
run,tell,ya heard me,rappin'
yea im off in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
drunk and cards 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)

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 nice head and fake
dat uh dont get ova Goose,and prolly act up
5'7 bitches wit both dat tick dick
all dey really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts
wake up in da mornin' and count money and make
she dont really know no english so we dont say
(chyea)Wayne let it rain on em'
Motha wit da paper doin' her Mack Mayne on em'
(yea) there 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 ATACHI,livin' like Liverachi
da latiz Forsachi,shoty in Mazeritee
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold heart of da Nazis
this year classic,like ol' school
you get cho grill cooked 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)