Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
up six o'clock, plus 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 be-atch

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

Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and
It's ya birthday, me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string south
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she or not
I'm on E feelin' 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 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 full 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 the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own
But none of kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the to the spot
And full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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