Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror! They did it all, pause for the cause
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
the floor, and any attempt to arrest 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 kept with the 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 and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like and punk it out
Pull your 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 Father please me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
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 evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
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!

Little thug the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' around the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it seem to cause
for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga 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 through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us 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 couple a rounds, and if passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you don't get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze crime
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be

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 come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the play
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bleed 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. 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
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he 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 with us, run us, run with us!
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
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv