Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing shit 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 time to these bitch-made niggas!

They ain't even what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a time
Well, here it is, nigga. it is. What 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 out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
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 stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
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 finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to 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 with the 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 up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas 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 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: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we through similar veins
explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga held the chrome 'til I came 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 no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little thug 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 and do some dirt
around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna 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 through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us escapers of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
I get high 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 their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
taking 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
with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long

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 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