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 don't give a fuck you lay at
Nigga, it's to slay these bitch-made niggas!

ain't 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. it is. What you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I won't fly by lesson
You me to pull out my Wesson 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, they got me? no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll about 'em, and you don't really want it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say we came to shut '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, pause for the
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to 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. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
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
your strap on me, nigga, you better 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 me! Police be rushing when they see me
I it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic 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 late last
To my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your
Watch me until they stop me, bury, me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it work and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war like a 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!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
much pain to the nigga that dared 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 still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
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 don't wanna get to with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"So, who ya looking for?" They 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 keep a on the level
I get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking them around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still bleed bloody red
Fuck mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, 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, send it to his
her he was dead 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 with Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
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 with Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv