Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we this shit from Cleveland to LA
whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. time 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 thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. you gonna do with it?

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know 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, bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to all y'all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror! They did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga 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, 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! poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like punks and it out
Pull your on me, nigga, you better kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
Praying so please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's 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 when my guns
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me until they me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't
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 stroll to karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, wanna crash me, eat dust
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
much pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
With a nigga Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: of misery
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po know
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
Sometimes I get and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
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!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
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 in the muthafucka, send 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
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with 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
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv