Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing this shit from to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we 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 knowing what type of niggas we is
my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I won't fly by lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you me
And I'm not it softly
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 really want it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we 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! They 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 to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, looking at death 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
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do like gangstas and slug it out
Or do this punks 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, to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when 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 explain to me, now. Don't panic my guns burst
Heard the jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas 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 a nation of niggas
Down to put it work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna 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, putting niggas on the
I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that us
Tried to put a twist in thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
a couple a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't get to fucking with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never because I got away
A mind to keep a nigga on the level
I get high and analyze your crime
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 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 cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be 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, send straight to his home
Put a in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long

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