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

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

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air we stuck up the bar
Squad 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, 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 'dro

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran the dorms 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 what I'm foolin'
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string south
Oww! that, give 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 roll leave the atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, 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 full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad the fuck what
of these kids is doin' they own thing
But of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run 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, I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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