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 time to slay bitch-made niggas!

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

Well, it must be 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, been em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd say that we came to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I to pull 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 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. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

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

probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
Praying so Father forgive 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 through similar veins
Please to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch "bring it on"
I a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a 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 understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of
to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, nothing but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord us all: 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 couple a rounds, and if your 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 straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know because I got
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
taking no shorts or no losses
We cracking them domes my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still bleed 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. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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