Luyện nghe bài hát We Stay High (New Orleans)

[Intro-Lil'

i wear a mean 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, back out thee in a hog
and you know i redo da like da morgue
da blue,like da due on marge
wit a bitch prettier 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 up my massage (ha)
then flowers 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 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 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)

[Verse-2-Diego

i come from da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to gats
we love to count stacks,we to pump backs
i love killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and
just some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma it in just until,you get it clear
you dat,dats my word and i meant dat
dont me,ill leave 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!!!)
drunk and cards in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
im in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
we got in dis bitch(BITCH!!!)
(you what?)we deep 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)

[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 get loose ova Goose,and prolly act up
5'7 bitches wit legs dat tick dick
all dey really need is like 2 and 6 blunts
wake up in da mornin' and count 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) there go 1 thousand(swoosh)
there go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!)
(yea)now dat ass like you cant
pay yo cable bill so you tryin' da Saints
60 inch ATACHI,livin' Liverachi
sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in
dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold like heart of da
year classic,like ol' school Heratchies
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)