Luyện nghe bài hát We Thuggin

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

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

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

Uh words slurrin', urine
off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight 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', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like 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 Joe's got the keys to the
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no
We take a puff of be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yo
Everybody know where the crib's at
just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda,
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 cool and
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm with
Like no doubt, 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 give 'em a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties

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 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 of 'dro 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 the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' own thing
But none of these kids chips like us
Some of cats is doin' they own thing
But none of cats run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on and
Off up in the club, like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a of 'dro be-atch

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