Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got shit y'all
I got that y'all
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 nigga gone
Big Pun! we party like we just came home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my at home

Uh words slurrin', urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight certain'
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 and them drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 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' happy with his wife but we triz
with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
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
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, ya G-string down south
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
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', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami stop
up six o'clock, plus 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 puff of be-atch

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

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 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

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