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 shit 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 tuck ya
Got the mink on same the Range
Uh, liquor for my nigga that's gone
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 and the 'jo keep burnin'
with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always two but tonight seems certain'
Party hard "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air we stuck up the bar
Terror man you know 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, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
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, yeah yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the at
Niggas now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money happy with his wife but we triz that
with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
Gettin' brains in the on Memorial Day

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 keys to the
And it's with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the 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 cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks 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, plus I got four in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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