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

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
off of Henry and the 'jo keep 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 like we up the bar
Terror Squad man you 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, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna where the crib's at
just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran through the 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, me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down
Oww! Pass that, shorty a shot
True we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 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 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of cats 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' what
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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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