Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we this 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 these bitch-made niggas!

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I fly by that 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, been 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
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga mine
Fuck niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt 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
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 and we running up over Cleveland

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the
Praying so Father please me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed similar veins
explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? This worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I home
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas up some niggas no longer breathin'
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!

Little from 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 work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but
much pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in thugsta era. Paired up
With a like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the
with 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,
thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
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 thugs
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be 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 card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long

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