Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
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 a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 Joe's got the to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
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, Terror Squad the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these kids 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, 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 this is
Chi-town, BX
the fuck what?
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