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 y'all
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

Crack man and I'm at it
Niggas had they run, now time for change
When we in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the
Uh, pour liquor for my that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came
a bitch if she act to grown
I need that shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin', urine
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always two but tonight seems certain'
Party hard "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we up the bar
Terror man you know who we are
through ya block and them 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
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, panties 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 his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
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, pokin' doll out, pull ya 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 give 'em a pop
You wanna leave 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 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
Some of these kids is doin' they own
But none of kids stack chips like us
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four in the drop
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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