Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit
shit down
Shake that, funky, funky,

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got that shit
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

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

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep
Dancin shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I always crush two but tonight seems certain'
hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air we stuck up the bar
Terror man you know who we are
Cruise ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami 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 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 starin' at me like she get kidnapped
lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
Gettin' brains in the water on Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya down south
Oww! Pass that, shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she or not
I'm on E ready and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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