Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit
shit down
Shake that, funky, funky,

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got that y'all
I got shit y'all
Uh yo yo

Crack man and I'm at it
Niggas had they run, now it's for change
When we step in the club, tuck ya chain
Got the on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we came home
a bitch if she act to grown
I need that shit, I got my wife at home

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we 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, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami 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, with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
Niggas now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' brains in the water on Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
It's ya birthday, me what I'm foolin' with
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 feelin' and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna 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
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four in the drop
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And it's full 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
Some of these kids is they own thing
But none of these stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' own thing
But of these cats run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
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 with no
We take a puff of 'dro

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