Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got that shit
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, 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 it's with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we that
with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
Gettin' brains in the water on 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 G-string down
Oww! Pass that, shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I give 'em a pop
You roll leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got on pop, Henry 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 hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the what
Some of kids is doin' they own thing
But none of kids stack 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' like
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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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