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 y'all
I got shit y'all
Uh yo yo

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for
When we step in the club, tuck ya chain
Got the mink on color the Range
Uh, liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we like we just came home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at

Uh words slurrin', dirty
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her keep flirtin'
I always crush two but tonight seems certain'
hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air 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', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz
Along Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' in the water 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! that, give shorty a shot
True we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E ready and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, 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 full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

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

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 hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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