Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to 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, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to all y'all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd say that we came to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death 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 really me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and it out
Or do like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

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

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to us, nigga 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, niggas on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga 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 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke 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 they need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your through
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said 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 analyze your
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo come crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking domes 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 gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
'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 straight to his home
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
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 us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv