Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

They ain't even knowing what type of we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you do with it?

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, been em
up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to '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, pause for the
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept the best of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we up over Cleveland

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

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

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
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 of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the
When I'm coming through the door, nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared 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 I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my niggas they get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking 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?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya never know because I got away
A mind to keep 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, only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo come crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, be seen in the moonlight
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, gone

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 Thug 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 with us! Pac and Rip with Luv