Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air 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, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, 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 take a puff of be-atch

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a
enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs 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 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 puff of be-atch

Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Squad what the fuck what
Some of kids is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids stack like us
Some of these cats is doin' they own
But none of cats 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, 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 be-atch

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