Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing this from Cleveland to LA
Nigga you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I give a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to these bitch-made niggas!

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I fly by that 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, been em
up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to '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, for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a with mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death 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. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we up over Cleveland

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

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

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of
Down to put it some and do some dirt
around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it seem to cause
for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb 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, 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 era. Paired 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 us all: escapers of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
a couple a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll know because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
Sometimes I get high and analyze your
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin'
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
taking no shorts or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck with mine, 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
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 us, run with 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 us, run with 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