Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we this shit from Cleveland 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 these bitch-made niggas!

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

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by 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
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 all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd say that 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? did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, looking at with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the 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! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on strap, nigga
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do like punks and punk 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
Thugs is in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass niggas kill you in your sleep
me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little thug the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
around 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 the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta high
luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: of misery
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze your
Correctly and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the play
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We them domes around my way
it to 'em on another 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
with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, gone

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