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, tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga gone
Big Pun! Then we like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to
I don't need shit, I got my wife at home

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, whylin' like
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 with hunnies, panties no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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

Uh, ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string 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 leave the panties atop

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

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

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like what
Got on pop, Henry 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, panties with no
We take a puff of 'dro

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