Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing this from Cleveland to LA
Nigga you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. time is it?
Yo, I don't give a where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to these bitch-made niggas!

They ain't even knowing type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do it?

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by lesson
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, bombing em
up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to all y'all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror! Why? did it all, pause for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well then let it be, get the and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all die, we bleed through similar veins
explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to late last evening
To my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my posse. Feel me!

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
Causing much pain to the nigga that us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my niggas they get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
a couple a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze your
Correctly and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's only
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo come crack their fuckin' domes
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking them around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bloody red
Fuck with mine, be seen in the moonlight
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he gone, long gone

Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv