Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga 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 to slay these bitch-made niggas!

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
that I won't fly by that lesson
You me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, been em
up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well 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 this like punks and it out
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll probably be for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my burst
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my niggas clean up some no longer breathin'
Now, who do you in? Hit the weed and breathe
a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or me
I got Thug Luv for my posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, niggas on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"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 hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
Sometimes I get high and analyze crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
It's over Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking domes around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches 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
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 straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
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 with 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 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