Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I you niggas been waiting for this 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 fly by that lesson
You me to pull out my Wesson you brought 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
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
talk about '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 quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a with mine
them niggas, it's on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the 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
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! What's poppin',
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and it out
Or do like punks and punk it out
Pull your on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
Praying so Father please me! Police be rushing when they see me
I it: America's 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. panic when 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 niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland 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
Watch me until they 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 nation of
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war a knight 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 the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
much pain to the nigga 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
luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, buck a mo'
the scene 'fore the po-po 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 never because I got away
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
I get high and analyze your crime
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 right
It's over Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin'
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
taking no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to 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. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
Makes a move, 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 with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv