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

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend flirtin'
I always crush two but tonight 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 drop-top Bentley's is

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' 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, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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

Uh, ya'll cool 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 enough we see if she naughty or not
I'm on E ready and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro 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 fuck
Some of these kids is they own thing
But none of kids stack chips like us
of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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