Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we it!
Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I give a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay bitch-made niggas!

They ain't knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas been waiting for 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 fly by that lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want '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 with
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test 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 with the best of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga 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
Pull strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler my name!
We all die, we bleed 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 the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no breathin'
Now, who do you in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
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 to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga Pac, and a nigga like 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 save us all: of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
a couple 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 fucking this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po know
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
I get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin'
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
taking no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight 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 with us, run 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 with Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv