Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
that 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, bombing 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 schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really want it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, flow when 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 them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
Bless the floor, and any to arrest 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
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. believe
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! poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking 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
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll probably be for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so please 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 gon' die, we bleed similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome I came home
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
me until they 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. They don't
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 the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
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, niggas 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, 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 me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, 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 in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a a rounds, and if your 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 straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo Thugs crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers to his home
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, gone

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