Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They ain't even knowing what type of we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas waiting 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
Know that I won't fly by that
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 settle, get on my level
can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd say that we came to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? did it all, pause for the cause
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, 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 best of my
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

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

I'll probably be for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing 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 through similar
Please explain to me, now. Don't when my guns burst
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch "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 in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; kill you in your sleep
Watch me until stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it work and do some 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 like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga crash me, eat dust
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, niggas on the floor
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the 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 still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord us all: escapers of misery
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we 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 wanna get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po 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 to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze your
organized and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, only right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, 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
Makes a move, flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
Tell her he was dead wrong, wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run 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