Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That y'all
Breakin' shit
Shake that, funky, funky,

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got that y'all
I got that y'all
Uh yo yo

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for
When we step in the club, nigga ya chain
Got the mink on same color the
Uh, pour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came
Fuck a bitch if she act to
I don't need shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin', dirty
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya block and drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami stop
up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a puff of 'dro

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the at
just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
Gettin' brains in the on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string south
Oww! Pass that, give a shot
True we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I give 'em a pop
You roll leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a puff of be-atch

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Squad what the fuck what
Some of kids is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' they own
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

uh
You know what is
Chi-town, BX
What the what?
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