Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That y'all
Breakin' down
that, funky, funky, funky

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got shit y'all
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but 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 ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

Uh, grand-mami cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, pokin' out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a
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 panties

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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Squad what the fuck what
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips us
Some of these cats is doin' they own
But none of these cats run tricks 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 got the keys to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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