Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

Sticky, icky, icky, uh
I got that shit
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

Crack man and I'm at it
Niggas had they run, now it's time for
When we in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's
Big Pun! Then we party we just came home
a bitch if she act to grown
I need that shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep
Dancin with shorty and her friend flirtin'
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
hard like "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', 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 hun-nies in the
And my man Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a puff of 'dro

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
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 with hunnies, panties no tops
We a puff 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, Terror Squad the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these kids stack like us
Some of these is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run like us

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

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