Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you do with it?

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
Know I won't 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
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't 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 to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
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 niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy 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 with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. 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! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like and slug it out
Or do this like punks and it out
Pull strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll probably be punished for living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is in God's prison, hands on the strap
so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns
Heard the last jam, nigga? This worse!
My nigga Bone the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "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 believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your
Watch me until stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, 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!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
with the dirt, and we don't 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 don't get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and
I reload, buck a mo'
the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll know because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
I get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no or no losses
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still bleed bloody 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 gone, long gone

Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
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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