Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson 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 schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, flow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to 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 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 then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, 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: America's Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? This 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 late last evening
To help my clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't 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 karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
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, busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing 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 like 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 Lord save us all: of misery
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they get the hell
with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the even know
"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 because I got away
A criminal mind to a nigga 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 niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
taking 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 bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna 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. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers 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 us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run 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 us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv