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 shit y'all
I got that y'all
Uh yo yo

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her 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
Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and drop-top Bentley's is ours

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

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

Uh, grand-mami cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin'
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 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 stop
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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad the fuck what
Some of these kids is they own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of cats is doin' they 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 stop
up six o'clock, plus 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 of 'dro be-atch

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