Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
Niggas just now ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she get kidnapped
Money happy with his wife but we triz that
with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' brains in the on Memorial Day

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

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

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

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

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