Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now time for change
When we step in the club, nigga ya chain
Got the mink on same the Range
Uh, pour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came
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 Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't crush two but tonight seems certain'
Party hard "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
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 got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a puff of be-atch

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
Money lookin' happy with his but we triz that
Along Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' in the water on Memorial Day

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, shorty a shot
True enough we see if she naughty 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 don't
Throwin' up six o'clock, I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck
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 kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' own thing
But of these cats run tricks like us

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

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