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 give a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these niggas!

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that
You me to pull 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 can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt 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 with the 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 let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like 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 be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
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 tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late 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 kill you in sleep
me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

thug 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
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay
Thug luv I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you don't get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little 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 never know because I got
A mind to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get 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, it's only
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no 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 head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck with mine, 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 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 us, run with 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 with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv