Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They ain't knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been for this for a long 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 won't fly by that
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm 'em to not jump
I'd say that we came to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll when 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 with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, 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
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 greens and we up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your hands 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 your on me, nigga, you better kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for hard living, to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic my guns burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? This worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came
Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
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 until stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my posse. Feel me!

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a 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!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: 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 Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you wanna get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka with a
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, be surprised

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 leave it
Mo come crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We them domes around 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 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. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
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 us, run with 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 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 us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv