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 for change
When we in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the
Uh, liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we came home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't that shit, I got my wife at home

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

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, I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We take a puff of be-atch

uh, yeah yeah yo
Everybody wanna know the crib's at
just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get
Money lookin' happy his wife but we triz that
Along Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms in Morgan State
In Miami, off the chain
Gettin' brains in the water on Day

Uh, grand-mami ya'll and shit
It's ya birthday, me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, shorty a shot
True 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', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't stop
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 puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
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 these stack chips like us
Some of these cats is they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks us

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

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