Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you do with it?

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

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be when they see me
I it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through veins
explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these niggas "bring it on"
I a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a world; niggas kill you in your sleep
me until 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 #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' around the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us escapers of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the
with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your through
Then hit the ground and get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know 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 the vibe? We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long

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