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 shit
I got shit y'all
Uh yo yo

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

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

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

uh, yeah yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the at
Niggas just now ice, so we get that
Mami at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we that
Along Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in 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' doll out, pull ya down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a
enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E ready and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 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, Terror what the fuck what
of these kids is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of these 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 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 'dro

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