Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I 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 stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really want it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, flow 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 nigga mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, me
Lord, looking at with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is 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 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 this like gangstas and it out
Or do this like and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
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: America's Wanted, live on T.V
pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch "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
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my posse. Feel me!

Little thug the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around the band 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 knight in my armor, ya!
So to test us, nigga 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 niggas on the
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
With a nigga Pac, and a nigga 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 escapers of misery
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 don't 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 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 know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never because 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 vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
taking no shorts or no losses
We cracking them 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 bleed red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
a move, send 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 long gone, gone

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