Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

Crack man and I'm at it
Niggas had run, now it's 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! Then we party like we just home
Fuck a bitch if she act to
I don't need shit, I got my wife at home

Uh slurrin', dirty urine
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her keep flirtin'
I always crush two but tonight seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we up the bar
Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, like 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 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 lookin' with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
Even ran through the dorms down in State
In Miami, pool-party off the
Gettin' in the water on Memorial Day

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin'
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she or not
I'm on E ready and hot
I give 'em a pop
You wanna leave the panties atop

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, 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

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, what 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 stack chips us
Some of cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't
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, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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