Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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 y'all
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 step in the club, tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the
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 need that shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin', urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always crush two but tonight seems
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya block and drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
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 full with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna know the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami starin' at me like she 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, pool-party off the
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 G-string south
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
enough we gon' see if she naughty 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
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 full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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

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

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