Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Luv, nigga. What time 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 thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas been for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, 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 manage to damage all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm '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! They did it all, pause for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, me
Lord, looking at death with the last of my
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is 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 running up over

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on strap, nigga
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this 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, hands on the
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we 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 held the chrome I came home
Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me until they stop me, bury, 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 understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
Follow down the road, we stroll to karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, wanna crash me, eat dust
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the that 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, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my niggas need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
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 straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
Sometimes I get high and analyze your
Correctly and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck mine, we'll be seen 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
Makes a move, flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he gone, long gone

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