Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

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

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
Know 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, bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest me, stress me
Lord, at death with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the is kept 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 this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we through similar veins
explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
To help my niggas 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 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. 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, 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, putting niggas on the
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta high
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
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my they need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with
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 this way, said I ran a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal mind to 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 We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's only
It's over Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin'
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking them 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 still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be in the moonlight
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
Makes a move, 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, long

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