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 y'all
I got that y'all
Uh yo yo

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always crush two but tonight seems
Party like "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 Bentley's is

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

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya down south
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
True 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', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami 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 with hunnies, panties with no
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't 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 'dro

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