Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now time for change
When we step in the club, nigga ya chain
Got the on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I need that shit, I got my wife at home

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, 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 no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four 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 'dro

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

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