Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

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

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
Party hard "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror man you know 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, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the
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

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya down south
Oww! Pass that, 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 roll the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like what
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
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, what the fuck 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
of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks us

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
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 got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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