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 shit y'all
I got that 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, pour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we like we just came home
Fuck a if she act to grown
I don't that shit, I got my wife at home

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

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

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, 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 leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, I got four 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, Rockland 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
of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like 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 it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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