Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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 shit y'all
I got that shit
Uh yo yo

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

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

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

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

Uh, grand-mami ya'll and shit
It's ya birthday, show me I'm foolin' with
no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! that, give shorty a shot
True enough we see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' and hot
I 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on 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 got the keys to the spot
And full 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, Terror Squad what the fuck
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run like us

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

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