Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing shit 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, time to slay these bitch-made niggas!

They ain't even knowing what type of we is
Where my thugs at? 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 must be 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, been em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'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 that we came to 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! They did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga 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, at death with the last 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. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking on your strap, nigga
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like punks and 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, hands on the
Praying so Father please forgive me! be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, 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? This worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to late last evening
To help my niggas clean up niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas you in your sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
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 love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
a nigga like Pac, and a nigga 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 save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you wanna get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po know
"So, who ya looking for?" 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 a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to head. You can beg, you go fled
But still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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