Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
Drunk off of and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
I don't always crush two but seems certain'
Party hard "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya and them drop-top Bentley's is ours

Yeah, we thuggin', on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, don't 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

uh, yeah yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
Niggas now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the
brains 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, doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give a shot
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 atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' what
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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro

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 cats is doin' they own thing
But none of cats 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 stop
up six o'clock, plus 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 with no
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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