Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

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

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we up the bar
Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is

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

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

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin'
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 ready and hot
I give 'em a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with 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 Squad what the what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks us

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

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