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, out thee garage in a hog
and you know i redo da like da morgue
da Coupe blue,like da due on
ridin' wit a bitch prettier a dabarge
wanna soldier ,baby im'a Sarge
you have me but we can have a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and fuck up my (ha)
then it's flowers for da dead give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Diego
you niggaz just starve
im so much imma fuck around and barf
and red is tha color of my
and undastand to a giant dwarf
my flow off
so sick all i gotta do is

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)

[Verse-2-Diego

bitch i come da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to gats
we love to count stacks,we love to pump
i killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack
dats just highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma bang it in 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 da block back in da game
now run,tell,ya me rappin' wit Wayne
run,tell,ya heard me,rappin'
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 what?)we deep 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 head and tits
dat uh dont get 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 money and make grits
she dont really know no english so we 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)
like go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now dat ass like you cant
pay yo cable bill so you watch da Saints
60 inch ATACHI,livin' like
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold like heart of da
this year classic,like ol' Heratchies
you get cho cooked like 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)