Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing this shit from to LA
Nigga whatever you want, we bringin' it!
Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give a fuck you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these niggas!

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you me
And I'm not it softly
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, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm 'em to not jump
I'd rather say we came 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, for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, at death 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. Nigga
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like 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, blind to the
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! be rushing when 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. panic when my guns burst
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 late 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 you in your sleep
Watch me until stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
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 love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, nothing but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas 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 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 looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
her he was dead wrong, dead 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 us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with 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