Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin (Remix)

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

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

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

Uh words slurrin', dirty
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo burnin'
Dancin with and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always two but tonight seems certain'
Party like "Fuck all y'all!"
in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you who we are
Cruise through ya block and 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, mami stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four in the drop
And my man got the keys to the spot
And it's full hunnies, panties with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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

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

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, I got four hun-nies 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 'dro

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

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 to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, with no tops
We a puff of 'dro be-atch

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