Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, been em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them 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 the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga
I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up Cleveland

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
Thugs is in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler my name!
We all die, we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I home
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
Watch me until they stop me, bury, 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. don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation 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 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 of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta 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 save us all: escapers of
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
Then hit the ground and get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you 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?" don't know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never because I got away
A mind to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking domes around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
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 with us! Pac and Rip with Luv
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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