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

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know I won't fly by that 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, bombing 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
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk '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 quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror! They did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my
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 and we running 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 this punks and punk it out
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll probably be punished for living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the
Praying so please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? one's worse!
My nigga held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas you in your sleep
Watch me until they me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
out to get me. They don't 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 Bone
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
for the war like a knight 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 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 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 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze crime
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be

Oh, nigga, can you feel the We can ride
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo Thugs crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
taking no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck with mine, we'll be 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
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, gone

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