Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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 shit
I got shit y'all
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 mink on same the Range
Uh, liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we came home
a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always crush two but tonight seems
hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air we stuck up the bar
Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and 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 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, panties with no
We take a puff of 'dro

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get
lookin' happy 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 water on Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll and shit
It's ya birthday, show me I'm foolin' with
no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give a shot
enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I give 'em a pop
You wanna roll the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs 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 got the keys to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a 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 what the fuck
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of kids stack chips like us
Some of 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, whylin' 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 got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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