Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got hun-nies in the drop
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

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna 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 the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' in the water on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll and shit
ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, 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', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' 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 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, Squad what the fuck what
Some of these is doin' they 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' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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