Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing this from 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, time to slay these bitch-made niggas!

ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas been 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 that
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you 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 can't me and pop me
Nigga, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and 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 say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to 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 with the best 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 let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

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

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, 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
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came 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
Watch me until they 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 understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, 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!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, nothing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: 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 niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
Buck a a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly organized and results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, 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 gone, long 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 with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip 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 with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv