Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
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 must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I 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
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
talk about '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 came to shut 'em all
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, flow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with
them niggas, it's on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches 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 the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and it out
Or do this like punks and it out
Pull strap 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 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 this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please explain to me, now. panic when my guns burst
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the 'til I came home
Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a out to Cleveland late last evening
To my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; kill you in your sleep
me until 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. don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
Causing much pain to the that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay
Thug luv I die, keep 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 in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
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 get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know because I got
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
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, it's right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
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 bitches is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, 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 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 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 us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv