Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit
Breakin' shit
that, funky, funky, funky

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

Crack man and I'm at it
Niggas had they run, now time for change
When we step in the club, tuck ya chain
Got the on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just 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 and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't crush two but tonight seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya block and them Bentley's is ours

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

Yeah uh, yeah yo
wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami starin' at me she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy his wife but we triz that
Along Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' brains in the on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a
True enough we gon' see if she or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I give 'em a pop
You roll 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, don't stop
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, Terror Squad the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own
But none of these kids stack chips us
of these 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 don't
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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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