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 shit
Uh yo yo

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya
Got the mink on color the Range
Uh, liquor for my nigga that's 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 wife at

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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

Uh, grand-mami 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! Pass that, 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 roll leave the panties atop

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, plus I got four in the drop
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror what the fuck what
of these kids is doin' they own thing
But none of these stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' they own
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, wit no chaser, mami 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, panties with no
We take a puff of be-atch

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