Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That y'all
Breakin' shit
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
we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't need shit, I got my wife at home

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always two but tonight seems certain'
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 is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs 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 hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his but we triz that
with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
brains 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, doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a
True we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs 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 got the keys to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with 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, Terror Squad the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs 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 in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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