Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love

Nigga we doin' this shit from to L.A.
Nigga you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what is it?

I give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what of niggas we is

Where my at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that
You taught me to out my Wesson
You brought and am I it softly

Get 'em up off me all we wanted
Was harmony been 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want get on my level
They can't stop me or me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to all y'all

talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror for what the did it all for the cause
And I fin to a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine dem niggas it's on

All y'all Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me me Lord
Looking at with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my

Yet the is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga
That I can see it if needed an if you want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like and punk it out
Pull your strap on me and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the
is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV

Pleasure and stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through veins
You'se explain to me now don't when my gun burst
the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome I came home
Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late evening
To help my niggas clean up some no longer breathing now

Who you in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in sleep
they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse me

Little from the land nigga never ran
out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a of niggas
to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it to cause drama
for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat
For the love of the lust niggas on us
Hit 'em up with he 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the

When I'm through the door
Bringin' nothin' but
Causing much to the nigga that us
Trying to put a in this thugsta era

Paired up with a like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta high
Thug Luv till I die keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the

Here to get it told my to get the hell down
with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if passing
then hit the ground
And get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and
I reload buck a little more flee the
'Fore the po-po even know what you for

They don't a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got yeah

A mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and your crime
organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can
hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit better leave it alone
Mo I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs
wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no or no losses
We crackin' domes around my way

Give it to 'em on level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a bitches is dead
to the head you can beg
But gone bleed bloody red

with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out looking for you
Better run for cover nigga we about to bust
got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make moves
Send flowers straight to his
Put a card in the send it to his mama
Tell her he was wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Luv