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 shit
Uh yo yo

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya 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, 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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

Uh, grand-mami ya'll and shit
It's ya birthday, show me I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' out, pull 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 roll the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff 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 Squad what the fuck
Some of these kids is doin' they own
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' they own
But none of these cats run tricks us

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, I got four hun-nies 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 puff of be-atch

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