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 that shit
I got shit y'all
Uh yo yo

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always crush two but tonight certain'
hard 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 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 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
ya birthday, show 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 ready and hot
I give 'em a pop
You wanna roll the panties atop

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 it's with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 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 what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these stack chips like us
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of cats 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, don't stop
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 full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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