Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit
Breakin' shit
Shake that, 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 it's time for
When we in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same the Range
Uh, pour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we came home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my at home

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend flirtin'
I don't 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 through ya block and drop-top 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, plus I got four in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna know the crib's at
Niggas now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' with 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
Gettin' brains in the on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin'
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 the panties atop

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, plus I got four hun-nies in the
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the what
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids stack like us
of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these 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, 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 full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

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