Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really 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, flow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches 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 of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like punks and it out
Pull 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 convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler 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 held the 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta 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
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you wanna get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran 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 crime
Correctly and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo come crack their fuckin' domes
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no or no losses
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be 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
Makes a move, send straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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