Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for
we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my 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 shorty and her friend flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
hard 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', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
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 hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami starin' at me like she get kidnapped
Money lookin' 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 water on Day

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give 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', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' 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 full with hunnies, panties no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, 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 a puff of 'dro be-atch

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