Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I won't fly by that
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my
They can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we to shut '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, for the cause
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the last of my
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

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

I'll probably be for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all die, we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? This worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome I came home
Thug Luv tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
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 your
Watch me until they me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
around 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 us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, busting 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 nigga that us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
a nigga like Pac, and a nigga 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 save us all: of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, 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 and analyze your crime
organized and with results, you'll be surprised

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

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