Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing shit from Cleveland 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 time to slay these niggas!

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know I won't 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
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
They can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches 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 with the best of my
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga
I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up Cleveland

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
a cold-ass world; 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 from the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
Follow the road, we stroll to meet karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
much pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us escapers of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your 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 and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking them around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
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 in the moonlight
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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